Inktober: Drain

She did not let the cruel wind or the thieving pig drain her spirit.

Inktober: Scorched

The walls were scorched by her rage.

Inktober: Bottle

Though the mantle was blistered and swollen, there the bottle of her poison sat.

Inktober: Swollen

The rain had made the doors swollen and crooked.

Inktober: Guarded

The shambly tumbledown mansion is guarded by a wild pig.