“Mighty big nuggets thus time, sir.” “I know it. Just weigh ‘em out and give me scrip to take to the bank.” “Of course, sir. Your weekly delivery of gold has been the making of our establishment. My wife and I….” “Dadgum it!” “I’m sorry, sir. I keep forgetting.” Continue reading “Midweek Fiction: Principles of Economy”
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Quaintuplets: Soapsuds, pt. 2
“Well, um, I, er, don’t dance very much.” Soapsuds waved a hand back toward the ballroom without looking. “One of those other ladies would probably make a much better partner.” “I’ve danced with most of them already. I have to dance with all the ladies, you see.” Soapsuds thought this was interesting,Continue reading “Quaintuplets: Soapsuds, pt. 2”
QUAINTUPLETS: Soapsuds, Pt. 1
In Slingtown, there lived a young woman named Slaughnir, but nobody called her that because nobody could pronounce it. Even her mother, who had found the name in a book, didn’t know what it sounded like. So for the first few years of her life, everyone called Slaughnir “Baby”. Slaughnir’s mother died whenContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Soapsuds, Pt. 1”
Wonder Winterland
I resent global warming. I want the seasons back the way I remember them. It isn’t a matter of “When I was a kid”. It’s a matter of “fourteen or fifteen years ago, I could rely on one really good, solid blizzard every winter.” But noooo, all you people who drive to work andContinue reading “Wonder Winterland”
QUAINTUPLETS: Mirror, Mirror, Burning Bright
All mirrors are magic, of course. Some are more magic than others, that’s all, so we call them magic mirrors. This distinguishes them from the mirrors we look at so often that we forget about their magic. Several mirrors were made which would show any scene requested, or answer questions about things farContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Mirror, Mirror, Burning Bright”
QUAINTUPLETS: Lyall Whistle-Lips
In the damp northern land of Tarrefol, a young man named Lyall worked as a shepherd. Every day, he took his village’s sheep to the hills north of town where they could feed on the green grass. His job was to see that at least as many sheep came home at night asContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Lyall Whistle-Lips”
QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Pt. 2
“I’ve broken my soul!” wailed Egbert, looking left and right for a door in the wall. “I know it. I’ve broken my soul and I shall never be happy again!” The egg had not, as a matter of fact, broken. On the other side of the wall was the garden of the King. Continue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Pt. 2”
QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Part 1
A power of years ago, but not so far from Fairview, there lived a fool named Egbert. Egbert was a good, honest fellow, understand: a man who grew vegetables on his little farm, went to services of a Sunday, and never fought with his neighbors. He was just not so very clever. Everybody knewContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Part 1”
FICTION FRIDAY: Midnight Quandary
On the last day of the year, there was a terrible argument in King Sinson’s War Room. He wanted to bring a couple of his allies from the haunted forest to help in the battle planned for the next day against the nether-elves who had been plotting against the kingdom from their lairs beneathContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Midnight Quandary”
FICTION FRIDAY: No Cellar Door
“Welcome, oh seeker of knowledge, to the serene sanctuary of Madame Silsallabeth, whose eye sees all and whose mind…oh wow!” “Yeah, I’m back.” “Is that Patty?” “The last time I was here I was Lucid Student Patricia.” “The last time you were here you had two ears.” “And tenContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: No Cellar Door”
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