They found his diary under his bed. Mom and dad are singing downstairs so I can’t think of story-like sentences. Evil villain, now dead. Group rummaging through stuff. Look at diary with disgust. Find last half of the book, he’s … Continue reading →
Author: salingdc
Master Thief (part 2)
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The room was rigged specifically for opportunists like me. I should have seen the signs. Newer objects, disturbed dust. There was a freaking saber in there, for crying out loud! But nope, I was careless. I picked up the pen, … Continue reading →
Master Thief (part 1)
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The pen wasn’t worth stealing. I should have cut my losses and left without it. I would have made a fortune off of what I had already–the magic scrolls, the precious metals, the jewels. You’d be surprised at how many valuable … Continue reading →
Snoozing Beauty (part 5)
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Just like any reasonable being that gets stabbed in the chest, the dragon-fairy writhes, causing the road under her to collapse, she falling into the deep mist. Is she dead? Don’t know, it’s not quite clear. But it’s highly implied. … Continue reading →
Snoozing Beauty (part 4)
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The prince hacks through the magical brambles from the back of his mighty steed, through which somehow the horse’s face, legs, and underside, along with any other part out of arm reach, avoid being stripped of flesh. They emerge from the … Continue reading →
Snoozing Beauty (part 3)
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That night, the prince went to the cottage, and knowing that he is the only way for her curse to be lifted, the scorned fairy ties him up and brings him to her castle. Back in the kingdom, the other … Continue reading →
Snoozing beauty (part 2)
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A short montage later, and the two are in “love.” The prince asks for her name and she freaks out, running off, leaving him dumbfounded. She tells him to meet her at her cottage in the woods. Back at the … Continue reading →
Snoozing Beauty
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Once upon a time, a king and queen had a baby daughter. They invited everyone to the party to celebrate, expect realized they didn’t have enough plates, and being the oh so smart people that they were, decided to uninvite the … Continue reading →
Anarchy (part 3)
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So there I was, a traitor and a radicalist. I couldn’t stay amongst my people because he’d turned them all against me, and I couldn’t blend in with the crowd because my face was plastered in every station across the sectors. … Continue reading →
Anarchy (part 2)
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We started out small, taking out a few security stations. In a few short weeks, we had liberated half of the East Sector. The night after our raid on Station 219, He got up and made a speech. He congratulated everyone … Continue reading →