The Mysterious Mansfield Mystery pt. 2
Instead of awkwardly looming over the table, I occupied the empty chair next to miffey punching her leftover pancake all over her plate.
The Cosmos Local Short-Fiction Polestar
Fantasy Fiction.
Instead of awkwardly looming over the table, I occupied the empty chair next to miffey punching her leftover pancake all over her plate.
Willow Harthwood, May 26th,. I came into this chaotic world full of suffering and misery. I cried a lot as a baby, unfortunately more than normal babys much like other aspects of my life.
As if things couldn’t get much worse, I was abducted from my ship by vikings over a pot of gold I perhaps — did steal — for the ever monstrous Dalic king. Stealing from the east vikings is far worse than say the pirates of the south strangley enough.
For centuries the vardainian tribe has fought the magma tribe. Neither have prevailed until the resurgence of the rightful king and guardian, tallow.
Thee Thnee was a small town of – goofy: bipedal: clicking furries, homely and inviting they wern’t when I walked through the wardrobe door. This world was unlike our own it was animated, there was a bakery pumping delicous smells, a grocer full of goods and furries. Down the way some was about 20 or so houses all different colors and shapes.