Liz Tattler – A Lifetime of Stories, in videos

So the Story goes...

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• December 14, 2024 at 2:33 pm #7673
  Yurara Fameliki

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  The adventures of Arona & Mandrake

  [Scene opens with Arona and Mandrake, the adventurous duo, standing on a hilltop, the vast landscape of the Alienor system stretching before them bathed in starlight.]

  Narrator (cheerful, enchanting voice): “Join Arona and Mandrake the cat on magical quests across dimensions!”

  [Quick flashes: Arona soaring in a hot air balloon, Mandrake snuggled on her shoulder; a playful chase with Vincentius, the mischievous demi-god; a vibrant encounter with the purple dragon, Leörmn.]

  Narrator: “Discover hidden keys, unlock enchanted doors, and meet whimsical friends!”

  [End with Arona and Mandrake, laughing under a rainbow, the words “Arona’s Adventures: A Journey Beyond Imagination” sparkling above.]

  Narrator: “Embark on a journey of wonder and friendship. Adventure awaits!”

  [The screen fades to the book cover with magical sparkles and contact information.]

  December 14, 2024 at 2:35 pm #7675
  Yurara Fameliki

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  Glynis making potions (in Dragon Heartswood Fellowship story)

  [Scene opens in Glynis’s cozy alchemical nook, where sunlight filters through stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the wooden workbench.]

  Glynis, hair tied in a practical bun, hums a gentle melody, her hands deftly moving among jars of fragrant herbs and sparkling crystals. The air is rich with the scent of cinnamon and cardamom, mingling with the earthy aroma of freshly picked herbs.

  Among her collection of vials and beakers, a group of soft, furry baby Snoots frolics, their fur a dazzling array of colors—from vibrant blues to shimmering purples—each reflecting their unique magic-imbued personalities.

  One baby Snoot, with fur like a sunset, nudges a vial toward Glynis, its tiny paws leaving prints of glowing stardust. Glynis chuckles, accepting the offering with a warm smile. “Thank you, little one,” she whispers, adding a sprinkle of the sparkling dust to the simmering potion.

  The Snoots, enchanted by the alchemical ballet, gather around the cauldron, their eyes wide with wonder as the potion bubbles and swirls with hues to match their fur. Occasionally, a brave Snoot dips a curious paw into the brew, causing a cascade of giggles as their fur momentarily absorbs the potion’s glow.

  Glynis, her heart full with the joy of companionship, pauses to gently scratch behind the ears of a Snoot nestled by her elbow. “You’re all such wonderful helpers,” she murmurs, her voice a melody of gratitude.

  As the potion reaches its peak, the room is momentarily filled with a burst of iridescent light, a reflection of the harmonious magic that binds Glynis and her Snoot companions in their delightful symbiotic dance.

  December 14, 2024 at 2:48 pm #7679
  Yurara Fameliki

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  May 17, 2025 at 11:47 pm #7946
  Yurara Fameliki

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  Enter Liz’s Tipsy Waltz

   

   

   

  [Verse]
  Feathered quill meets parchment skin
  Elizabeth writes where scandals begin
  Pink champagne spills on the floor
  Cougar’s grin says she’s ready for more

  [Verse 2]
  Famed author weaves sly tales with fire
  Slutty thoughts fuel Roberto’s desire
  Finnley
  The ghost
  Hides in the night
  Typewriter clicks
  Dim candlelight

  [Chorus]
  Ink and lust flow through this tale
  Secrets whispered on parchment pale
  Godfrey nuts
  Edits the scene
  In this wild world
  What’s it all mean?

  [Verse 3]
  In the cabinet where whispers creak
  Roberto shows a sly technique
  Finnley sighs
  Unseen but clear
  Through the shadows
  His words appear

  [Bridge]
  Elizabeth leads with a champagne toast
  A cougar’s smirk
  The fading ghost
  Peanuts scatter
  Chaos remains
  A writer’s world drips ink and stains

  [Verse 4]
  Pages flutter
  They dance
  They shout
  Godfrey snickers
  Edits play out
  Roberto winks with knowing grace
  In this madhouse
  Who sets the pace?

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