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That's Rusticworld.com/novel or click the link in the show notes of this episode. [Music] Well fed by Luka Sik. I like visiting the old woman who lives in the house by my river. Under the cover of night while I'm
prowling around looking for something to eat, she always makes sure I'm well fed.
She leaves these bins out on the pavement that are filled with all kinds of mouthwatering treasures. Crunchy hollow containers made of glass or metal or plastic. Stacks of paper with bitter ink in shapes I can't decipher. Vile piles of old rotten meat and molding bread. It's all divine. A variety of textures drawn me in as long claws and sharp teeth tear through the weak black sack to devour the rancid contents within. She knows I'm there. I know this because I can see her
watching me from the window of her home. It's a good distance away but close enough that I can see her unwavering gaze trained on me as I feed. The light that comes from within is harsh on my eyes
so I never look back for long if at all but I'm content with letting her watch as long as she keeps
her distance. The old woman seems to understand this agreement. Every night she stays within the confines of her home while her bins sit on the pavement bulging and overflowing. There was one night where she even left something uncovered on top of the pile. There was a strange little thing with a soft spongy texture covered in some kind of bright colored paste. It wasn't a sponge I know that sponges taste bitter and leave a dry feeling in my mouth and this thing was so moist
and horribly sweet. I didn't like it that much but I ate it anyway. After all she was watching me
She always does and I didn't want her to think I wasn't fond of her gifts.
stopped leaving her bins out. Growing curious I found myself trying to watch her during the day as
“well. It was a challenge. The sunlight made it hard for me to see clearly but I was still able to”
make out some vague shapes and forms. I'd peek up from the currents and watch her routine. She rarely left her home apart from the odd man who stopped by to leave some objects by her door she didn't have a lot of visitors. Neighbours in passing would reach her as she worked on her
garden but would never stay. Back she was lonely. I could say I was the same.
One morning as I waited for the sun to set so that I may begin my feast, I watched as a metal beast approached the house. It smelled awful like some kind of accurate smoke. It matched the man in the black seat to step out of it. What a strange relationship these two creatures must have.
“He walked up to the door adjusting some strange shiny metal band on his wrist. When the old woman”
answered, "A look across her face." I was never good at picking out human emotions but if I had to call it anything, I suppose I would call it disgust. Regardless, she opened her door and let him inside.
I'm not sure what they talked about. I couldn't hear them from where I was and between the
lights and the distance it was hard to see what was happening. Even so I could tell it was intense. They were moving around a lot going back and forth around the house. Before long she made her way to her windows and hesitated. There was the slightest movement near her head before the glass was covered. With nothing left to watch, I dove back beneath the murky depths and waited for darkness to fall. By the time the sun had set, the metal beast had disappeared. The sour smell was still
lingering in the air as the old woman put her bins on the pavement. I knew it would be a good feast because she seemed to struggle with them a bit. That meant they were nice and heavy. I was on the other side of the black stone waiting patiently for her to return to her home when she saw
me. She didn't run, she never did. She did however beckoned to me before going back inside.
Was there something in there she wanted me to have? Something she thought I might like perhaps. I approached with some level of hesitation. I wasn't sure if I could stomach another one of those sickeningly sweet sponges. When I ripped open the thin black plastic however a strong smell hit me, it smelled familiar somehow, but I couldn't quite place it. Skeptical I looked up and saw the old woman looking at me. This was nothing new of course,
but it was different. Her lights were dimmed. While enough that I could see the look on her face clearly, this one I knew I couldn't place but it must have been something good because her lips were turned up and her teeth were out on display. She was smiling, I think. Humans did that when they were happy, right? So maybe she was happy. I tilted my head and tried to imitate that look, thick and cruel falling from my mouth. I could be happy too. Something strange flashed across
her eyes as she nodded to me urging me to go on. I wasted no time getting to my meal. This was nothing like the rotten fruit peels or the chewy paper bits that we usually left in there. This was much better. I hadn't eaten anything like that in a long, long time. Some sour metallic scent hit my nose but all it did was add to my hunger. It was so easy to rip
“and tear into this meat. That's what it was. Some kind of meat I'd had once long before my”
retreat to the river. Something I'd since forgotten the taste of, but now that I had it again, I couldn't get enough. I was so lost in the gratification I almost neglected to take note of a shiny metal band that lay on the ground next to the bins. It didn't stay there for long though. As soon as I spotted it, I made sure to devour that as well. It wasn't long before the contents of the bin were gone. I looked back at the old woman. She was pleased, I think.
I smiled at her again before slinking back into the river.
time in a long while. Night's passed before I returned to the old woman's house. The meat she
“had left me had fulfilled and needed me I forgot was there. Not to mention I was fortunate enough”
to watch the man's metal beast drown in my river. It was able to keep me full for a few days more. The gentle routine I'd become accustomed to began to change. I started visiting her less and less.
I didn't need to feed quite so often after all. Still, those bins would always be waiting for me.
The meat she was now tossing away was always fresh and warm. I noticed that I rarely saw her neighbors anymore if I ever saw them at all. It didn't matter much to me though. At the end of the day, they're not the ones who left their bins out, just for me. I know that will come a day when the old woman will no longer be able to feed me. One day she will not leave her home and I will find no
“bins on the pavement. But I will find a way to have my feast, even if I have to rip apart her windows”
and endure her harsh lights. She always keeps me full.
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A brilliant podcast on the RQ Network. Not quite dead is a gory horror romance podcast from the award-winning team behind spirit box radio, remnants and clockwork bird. Join Alfie, a nurse working overtime when a patient arrives with her throat torn out. This is just the beginning of a terrifying night as Alfie finds himself caught in a battle between the living and the undead. Saved by mysterious vampire named Casper, they find themselves in a scalability
bound together. Neither of them are happy about it, but the draw of each other's blood is irresistible. Search for not quite dead wherever you listen to your podcasts or go to hangingslothstudios.com
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head to www.rustyquill.com/fundraiser. Billy Hindel here, the voice of Alice in the Magnus protocol, and I'm here to tell you about from the library of Jurgen Lightner, an upcoming novel available for preorder right now at Rustyquill.com/novel. We turn to the world of the Magnus Archives, in from the library of Jurgen Lightner, an official prequel novel written by Nebula, World Fantasy and Aurora Award-winning author,
creamy Mohammed, with the help of the Magnus Archives own writer and lead voice, Jonathan Sims.
From the library of Jurgen Lightner, explores an infamous organization from the Magnus first,
for the first time, the perilous private library of the Enigmatic collector Jurgen Lightner, where occult books are guarded and researched at a fatal cost. Lightner's library keeps the dangers of these books in check, and there would be readers safe, or so lightner claims. For two of Lightner's employees, the risks are worth it. For Hugh Franklin, the library is a place to belong, for Sebastian Everett, the library is an opportunity to indulge arcane ambitions,
though there are 10 years that the library were years apart, human Sebastian's stories unfold in parallel, and their footsteps echo down the same eerie aisles, caught in a web spun long before either ever heard the name Jurgen Lightner. Will they find a way out, or will the library consume them before it's too late? From the library of Jurgen Lightner, we'll be published on October 27th, 2026, and is available for pre-order now, visit rusticool.com/novel for more information.
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