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Clocks
In a land of large castles and larger than life kings, there once was a small castle ruled by a perfectly average King and his wife, a fair and beautiful Queen whose greatest desire in all the world was to have a child to call her own. But though they longed and yearned, years went by,www.onedoor.cc and no child came. To fill the hollow in her heart, the Queen turned her attention upon those little household items she could maintain and care for, namely, the clocks. The castle was simply filled with them. There were clocks that hung on the walls and clocks that stood in the halls, and it was her duty alone ...
Dryad
“It’s mine and you can’t have it!” yelled one dryad to another. “Sharing is caring, Clovamora.” yelled the other dryad. “Well I don’t care Lilacoris. So go away. Finders keepers.” the green dryad, Clovamora turns away and starts to run into the woods. “That isn’t how it works when you steal it!” Lilacoris calls after her. With a huff of leaves and pollen, she turns back into a tree, sulking. I’m going to get that thing back from her if it’s the last thing I do. After a few human hours, she turns back into her humanoid form, and takes a drink from the creek, waving at the naiad, who waves back ...
Adara's Music Box
I was visiting a friend in England who had moved into a fully restored Victorian Manor House. I was completed enthralled with it all, it was so lovely. It was all polished wood floors and claw-foot tables and huge windows with brocade draperies, and there was a fireplace in every room. I loved every square inch of it, but my favorite room was the drawing-room. It had polished wooden bookshelves lined with whatever the well-read Victorian was reading, old volumes of Charles Dickens, Charles Darwin, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, and of course the Lake Poets. A highly polished Grand Piano ...
Sales call
Many years ago, I made a miserable mistake. I majored in newspaper journalism while in college.Now, I know what you’re thinking. “What’s a newspaper?” Back many years ago, people got their news from these assemblages of dead trees called “paper.” Words would be printed on them, and after reading these papers with news printed on them, they would either use them to line their bird cages, wrap presents if they ran out of wrapping paper, or roll dead fish in them at a fish market.Well, after 12 years of doing that, and watching my benefits and pay shrink every year, I had to make some changes. Ev...