“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. 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”
FICTION…TRUE FACTS WEDNESDAY: Peeping Tom
Not quite a thousand years ago, there lived in the city of Coventry a tailor known as Tom O’Thneedle, which was neighborhood talk for “Tom of the Needle”. The O’Thneedles had been tailors for time out of mind. Tom’s grandfather liked to talk about the days when things were tough for tailors, before theContinue reading “FICTION…TRUE FACTS WEDNESDAY: Peeping Tom”
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”
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”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Kerrin and the Thorn Tree
Kerrin lived in the city of Sartain, and she liked it. She would write letters to her relatives who lived in the country, asking why they didn’t move to a nicer place. “Everything in the city is clean and modern,” she wrote. “We have nice, solid rick buildings with none of your thatchedContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Kerrin and the Thorn Tree”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 2
Stug’s eyes went all round, and nearly rolled down his pale cheeks at the sight of Creston putting the big jeweled hat on. It just sat on top of Creston’s head, being the type of crown that wasn’t designed to come down over the ears. “Hmmmm,” said Creston, “I guess I’ll have toContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 2”
Blood In the Breeze
“Hey, are you the ladies who put the ad up in the coffee shop?” “This isn’t that ad about strict schoolmistresses who give big bad boys remedial lessons in math and manners again, is it?” “No, the one about the buyers for cursed and haunted objects.” “Oh yes, sir. We’re eagerContinue reading “Blood In the Breeze”
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