Guardians of Gold_Princess Story Time_THE BLIND DATE_Sarah's Family Sitcom: Holiday Special
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Guardians of Gold By C. R. LukischeVestata woke from his slumber with a loud yawn. He opened his gullet, then nearly choked as he sucked in a gigantic waft of air. He rolled over and spat, a coin hurtling free from the depths of his throat. It crashed into the mess of coins under him, steam permeating from its edges. He slapped his claw onto his forehead, then rolled out of his bed of gold coins, like a child on a slide.It was boring being a dragon, let alone one with a hundred-year hoard. Vestata hadn’t had any guests since the soiree celebrating his stash. Even then, dragon cultures demands...
Princess Story Time
“Thank you so much, again, for agreeing to do this.” “Hardly,” Tessa said. “You didn’t give me much of a choice, Emily.”Maybe that was harsh. Tessa knew her sister was home sick and needed help today. She took a breath and said with less malice, “What else are twin sisters for?” “See? That’s the spirit.” Tessa checked her makeup in the mirror again, shocked at who was looking back at her. Giant eyes framed by thick, brunette curls, and large yellow pearl studs on her ears. She need only look down to see the most inconspicuous part of the outfit— the enormous, daffodil-colored dress. “I promis...
THE BLIND DATE
It is a rare inpidual who does not desire and need the love of others.Larry Peppercap, an accomplished young man, but quite modest in appearance, longed for feminine companionship and love. Tall, muscular, handsome and athletic, he was not. But determined to find a genuine relationship, he was.Following the advice of his male friends, Larry opened a profile on an internet dating service, Lovemetonight.com. The posting of photos on this website was optional. And for that, Larry was most grateful. Larry was not photogenic, and usually had the vague appearance of a chipmunk, depending on the ligh...
Sarah's Family Sitcom: Holiday Special
I love my family for exactly twenty-three minutes, excluding commercial breaks. Across my face, fragmented footage of each cast member, all of us clumsy and smiling. A catchy jingle tunes out my screaming, and no one can see the terror popping from my eyes as I realize I cannot escapeTHE CHRISTMAS EPISODE.It is a cold, snowy winter morning, and I am wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I am rigid yet my body shivers. I hug myself with little relief, yet it is my best effort against the freezing winds stabbing my skin. Dad shuffles on-screen through inches of snow, layered in his parka and his aviator ...