Artist. Writer. Geek. 2008-06-04T08:17:19Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/pantagruel <p>As initiations tend to, it started much differently than he expected: upside down.</p> <p>He woke to find himself suspended by his feet. His weight and blood concentrated in his head; his numb arms hung limply, in a mockery of diving. A dim grey haze fell on purple-brown bark, flaking off a thick trunk. No birds were singing, though it was dawn. Oddly, it didn&#8217;t hurt nearly as much as one might think. <em>Lovely,</em> he thought. <em>Of course, I got stuck with the yew.</em></p> http://ficlets.com/stories/29558 2008-05-06T22:54:02Z 2008-06-04T08:17:19Z pantagruel http://ficlets.com/authors/pantagruel