Tag: Writing
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Pickanickl’s Quest (9)
The previous part With A hug, Pickanickl left the Glenfeather’s home knowing she’d made two friends at least. She ran her fingers through her shorn hair and ran back to the toll bridge. She needed to cross Darklands to get to Sound Village, but was confident in her new look she wouldn’t be recognised. Reaching…
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Splashes
I screamed with laughter as I allowed the sticky paint to kiss the canvas in a variety of strokes and ways A red spill here, lifted and curled around and flicked and dotted and dashed Greens and yellows pass each other Hit each other and spin and spiral this way And that An idea planted…
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Inside the Galactic Vortex
Posted in response to Icewolf’s post, Shifty Mansionic Dimensions. As far as Cosmic Dimension Shifts of possibly cataclysmic proportions go, this could be quite catastrophic, given the chance. This is the continuation to the first part of the story, although there is also the possibility this is the first part, merely posted out of time.…
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Pickanickl’s Quest (8)
The previous part “Do you have a sharp blade?” Pickanickl asked Helfen after Betro had left the room. “I want to cut my hair, try to make my appearance different should Skaglad still be out there.” “Of course, child. I have something else you may like to use.” Helfen walked out of the room, and…
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The Co-ordination of Supervillains
The Lady broke into the grand ballroom of the Elixir Spa Resort Hotel and Leisure Complex with ease – she wasn’t spotted – but being the owner of the vast establishment it wouldn’t have mattered if she had been; she gracefully crossed the dance floor to the desk at the far end, which was still…
The Mansionic Perspective 