The Tail Of Aslaug_Gingerbread Mafia_Night of the Demons_Ruby and the Rat
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The Tail Of Aslaug
Once upon a time, there lived a hulder girl named Aslaug. Like all other hulders, Aslaug looked like a humwww.onedoor.ccan from the front, but she had the tail of a cow and a large, gaping hole in her back like one would find in a hollow oak tree or a rotten log. Hulders were gifted with superhuman strength, shapeshifting abilities, and immunity to fire. They lived deep inside forests and mountains. As such, they were quite knowledgeable when it came to what grew in nature. They knew which berries were poisonous and which were safe to eat, they knew which herbs to use to treat ailments and illnesses, and t...
Gingerbread Mafia
Many folk tales describe hapless children marking their paths with stones, to not get lost. Now, it’s become a thing. Once humble hiking trails have transformed into gleaming, shimmering paths to a fantasyland. Or to the dark lair of a witch. Trends, fads and fashions prove spontaneous generation. Like ‘love locks’ on a bridge. Who expects the weight of so many padlocks to threaten its structural integrity? What captures the popular imagination? Always innovating, the fad had outliers. A flock of birds reportedly swarmed a man tossing morsels of bread on paths. Another report described a tra...
Night of the Demons
From the kitchen window, Breanne watched her seven sister snow hares decorate the Shiring Tree. They hung long streamers of gold and silver tinsel about the smooth white branches. Pippa’s seven brothers had hung ropes of twinkling white lights earlier that day. Bree was having a hard time with this year’s pie. This year she had to win the trophy, it would be Grannybunny’s last Shiring Festival. Scowling, she pictured last year’s trophy sitting in the window of Pippa’s house, on the eastside, for all the snow rabbit community to see. She could not fail again this year. She was using Grannybunn...
Ruby and the Rat
Long ago, on a day like so many before it, a distant clock tower chimed the hour. The sun rose, casting its radiant light over the snow-laden land. In a small shack on the edge of the village, the golden rays warmed Ruby’s face. The young woman gripped her blanket, her one luxury, and snuggled her sleepy face into its warm embrace. The fire had died long ago and she held onto the warmth of her bed as long as possible in the cozy haze of dawn. She dared to open her eyes. The glistening snow shone beautifully outside, and the sun, nestled on the horizon, greeted her.Ruby gasped, jumping to her ...