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The Author
Author sat at his deck, rubbing his forehead. It seemed he’d been rubbing it for days, waiting for inspiration to come. Maybe, just maybe, he exhausted all the fairy tales available. Maybe there wasn’t anything more to write about. “You could have written a nicer story about me,” Little Red Riding Hood said from behind his left shoulder. “I could have gone to the mall or something, like really. Going to Grandma’s House with a wolf dressed as Grandma?” “That’s the story,” he said, somewhat impatiently. She’d been whining about her story since it had been written....
FRIZZY
FRIZZY He had originated___or had been born___in the water of the bathtub, in the Morrison ‘s house, while Tommy, the youngest son of the Morrison, a child of five years, was taking a bath. Who knows how, who knows why , at a certain point, he, Frizzy had come out in the water of the tub, which was full of soap bubbles ___and Tommy was playing with those ethereal colored bubbles, making them move, making them fly, blowing on them____ Who knows who could have created him….ah, he, Frizzy really couldn’t have an idea about by whom he hwww.onedoor.ccad been created. He only knew to have started to exist , at ...
The Entertainer
In the Land of Mor, the beloved King Arivan’s reign marked one of peace with the neighboring kingdoms, and his people prospered from the trade route he established through the western realms. His Queen, the Lady Revel, was loved as well while she lived, though she was cut down by a band of thieves who ransacked her traveling party several years prior. The King and their one son, the Prince Pheramin, a young teen at the time, mourned her loss greatly, and their sadness was that of the kingdom’s. The boy grew to be strong and keen, and the King watched his growth with pride. At the age of ninete...
The Mask of Deception
As a music box played a soft but melancholy tune, Moonbeam dreamed of the masquerade ball the king was throwing that night. She had no gown, only a drab dress of coarse fabric and nondescript color. She did have a mask, a white sequined mask with upright bunny ears. She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. Her clothes might have been humble, but she had a crowning glory of golden ringlets that fell to her waist. With the mask on, one could still see the beauty of her rosy lips, but her eyes and her very identity were hidden. It was rather exciting. She took the mask off and put it in...