M.K. Denham - Fiction Writer (Blog)
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The crashing sounds in
the forest were
 growing
louder, and closer. Nonna could feel herself shaking
fairly violently, but Wexy’s presence calmed her
somewhat. Now they could hear voices. These were not
voices like Nonna had ever heard before. They were deep,
rumbling voices, and the guttural words made no sense to
her. She realized the trolls must be speaking in a
different language. They appeared to be arguing.
The gnome family listened intently to the trolls. It
appeared as if they understood what was being said,
because every now and then they’d exchange looks, looks
that were either knowing, or alarmed. Nonna wanted to
ask what the trolls were saying, but didn’t dare open
her mouth. She couldn’t imagine anything worse than
being responsible for bringing them to the trolls’
attention.
Suddenly, the two trolls
stopped. Nonna’s heart skipped a beat. The trolls were
right outside the lean-to.....
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