The Princess, The Bear, & The Witch_Melodies of Yesteryear_WARNINGS_Shadow World
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The Princess, The Bear, & The Witch
Long ago, there was a tsardom by the sea. The tsardom was a happy and fruitful land. Every season at harvest, the crops were fresh and plentiful. The rivers were beautiful and filled with the cleanest drinking water. The people were happy. Every person was welcome in their neighbor’s home. The children laughed as they played in the field. They celebrated every holiday with enthusiasm and festive jubilation. Most importantly, they loved their tsar. The Tsar was a good tsar who was very kind to his people. The land prospered because of his wisdom and kindness. The Tsar had a beautiful daughter ...
Melodies of Yesteryear
There was a noise of chattering and cup clinking outside, but the family was asked into the office where refreshments were served. Options would be discussed, all had not gone to plan “Mrs Hutton.” said Ron Barclay “how do you wish us to handle this?” “I am really not sure Mr Barclay besides; the piano belongs to Neil. It was his grandfather’s, and was bequeathed www.onedoor.ccto Neil’s family.” “Neil, do you have any ideas that might become solutions? Ron Barclay was well known for his gentlemanly manner. “No, not really, I just think that to sell or auction the piano in the state that it is in would be a ...
WARNINGS
Notification for readers: hi, can you please stop liking before reading, like that is kinda obvious. I actually don’t care if you don’t have the time to read, seriously. By the way this is one of my many versions of ‘Death’, sorry if it clashes with any of yours, it was not intentional. And sitting cross legged on a table is great for reading. And sorry for the typos, please point them out if you see them. AND sorry if you find this story confusing. Happy Today!, Thanks for reading. WARNINGS Death entered the room and looked around, being a little more calculating than necessary, the paint ha...
Shadow World
I grew up on a house atop a hill. Far above our little town below. I lived there with my Ma and Pa. And they taught me how to shoot shadows.“God damnit Jedediah!” My Ma shouted one night, “You let the shadows out again!”I remember that night my Pa came into my room and shoved a sawed-off shotgun into my hands. I was eight. “‘Bout time you learned how to kill a Shadow.” He told me.I remember he led me to the front porch, where Ma was wrangling a shadow in a weird glowing lasso. The shadow was trying to slip back into its flat form, but the lasso burned into its flesh keeping it among the ...