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Labrys’s Egg: An Electrical Fairy Tale Under Ground

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Labrys’s Egg: An Electrical Fairy Tale Under Ground

Founded Upon The Mastery Of Electricity And The Optimism Of Its Devotees. It Was Written For Adults, But Others May Read It

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Mistaken Beauty

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Colorful tents lined the plaza. The shops and restaurants had closed, and in their place stood stands of vendors selling candied fruit and various meats on sticks. A day of cold drink, hot food, and stories punctuated by laughter. Amid the celebrations, three small figures squeezed their way through the crowded streets, hurrying toward the palace. “We’re late,” whispered the one in the lead. “We’re late, we’re late, we’re late! We’re so very late.”

The Grand Daddy Crawdaddy of Pea Ridge

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The Grand Daddy Crawdaddy of Pea Ridge By Aunt Donna

Johnny Crawdaddy was a very old and very wise Louisiana craw daddy. Johnny lived in the best mud tube in the entire Parish. Johnny had worked very hard to make his mud tube very nice.

Cinder Elli - Preview

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Involuntary Cross Dressing/TG - For two years, Elliot's wicked stepmother and horrible stepbrothers have been forcing him into to clean the house, dressing him in his mother's old clothes and working him to the bone without rest....

Now, on the night of the Princess's Ball, the 20 year old orphan dreams of escaping to the palace and ingratiating himself with a well-to-do woman.

When a bumbling fairy godmother bursts through the window, he thinks his dreams have been answered! Of course, they're actually just beginning.

A Girl And Her Lantern

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Radovan is lost in the woods at night while an unforgiving storm has him drenched and cold.
He was about to give up hope when he sees the light of a single lantern in the distance.

Manny and Maude - 1 - Mirror Mirror

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I have sometimes found myself wondering if vampires have problems with the hems of their cloaks fraying, as they glide along with the fancy, satin, floor-length item trailing behind. It seems to me that some type of ball-bearing system, offering both weight, to assist in the dramatic drape of the cloak, and protection, from the ground upon which they are dragged, may be a good idea (ignoring the noise that would make the whole appearing from nowhere more difficult). So it was not surprising that last night this thought crystallized into a Far Side like vision of some salesmen, knocking on the door of a vampire’s castle, with the caption, ‘Rex Simpson, door-to-door salesman of the Heminator-5000.’ And though this story has nothing to do with that vision, it did lead my mind to wander in this direction, rather than letting me go to sleep.

Gronk

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A troll without his bridge is like a potato bug without a potato. Let us explore what happens when such a separation occurs. No, not when a potato bug loses its potato. Who wants to read a TG story about a bug? Now such a tale about a troll, a tale of triumph ... that makes a lot more sense. Doesn’t it? Well ... umm ... yeah ... hey look a pterodactyl.

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