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  • #2890
    TracyTracy
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      Belle Endwhistle received the telepathic call from Skye while she was floating on the cool aqua pool in The City. Belle, affectionately known as Bee, was one of the surge teams helpers from the “other side”. She had always had a particular fondness for cars, hats and vintage designer dresses; before the surge team was initiated, she had often turned up in dreams, driving a flying red car and wearing a variety of outlandish hats. Bee been delighted to accept the offer to chauffeur the fleet of red cars, and always enjoyed meeting old friends on the physical side.

      #2887
      Jib
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        Little Jeffrey loved going to the library. It was not far from home and he was allowed to go there on his own.

        On his way, there were many treasures.

        One of them was a big giant Tesla Coil. His father had told him it was a fake and the real one was in the science museum on the other side of the planet with all Tesla’s inventions up to the electricityairborn car. Nonetheless, there were always many people playing around and at times lights and electric sounds would give you the impressions as if you were near the real one. Little Jeffrey knew exactly when to go to the library to see the lights and he enjoyed seeing the look on people’s face who were passing by for the first time.

        But most of all, his favorite was the ship. His father had told him she was a real one and she has been put there because it was the favourite smuggling place of his captain. Little Jeffrey dreamt of her every night. He dreamt he was a pirate, sailing in the oceans with Captain Yang Lang. In his dreams, the ship could even go to the Moon with one of Tesla’s inventions powering her.

        The Aqua Luna library was named after her.

        #2882
        TracyTracy
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          Cornella had been enjoying the bamboo shoots until she found out about the dog leg broth they were cooked in. “Really, I can eat no more” she said unhappily, pushing away the bowl and glancing around the room. “What the devil is that?” she exclaimed as her eye fell on the tall dark mysterious cabinet. “Where did that come from?”

          Lord and Lady Appleton glanced at each other. “I told you to be more careful, Jedward” whispered Mirabelle. “What’s that doing in here?”

          “Oh, ha ha, why that’s just a little trinket I picked up in Long Poon, Cornella. It’s nothing, nothing at all.” Lord Appleton cleared his throat noisily. “Just an old cabinet, nothing really.”

          “What’s inside?” asked Cornella, moving towards the dark wooden doors. “What an interesting insignia, it reminds me of something.”

          “Don’t open it!” shreiked the Appletons. “It’s, er, full of dog legs.”

          Cornella frowned, wondering why dog legs kept popping up.

          #2864
          TracyTracy
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            Ann Aspect had started the evening course “Free the Fiction Writer Within” without much hope, but much to her surprise, she loved it. She enjoyed it so much that on impulse she quit her day job at the Frozen Flounder Company and signed up at the Fiction Writers Academy as a full time immature student.

            #1318

            In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

            benjaminbenjamin
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              Tal turned on the invisible-izer, and smiled as he enjoyed the idea that his spaceship would never be noticed by any human or animal alike.

              He exited the ship, walked a few paces and then suddenly halted in his tracks.

              Directly in front of him was no other than a large sink hole.

              What the Kraken? he thought. There must have been some major Earth changes since his interstellar space traveling. Good thing he didn’t land a few feet to the north.

              Tal clicked a small button on his nifty zinger-space-belt, which enabled the detection of any Earth anomalies.

              The gauge was reading off the charts!

              #2743

              In reply to: Strings of Nines

              TracyTracy
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                Minky was looking smug. “Enjoying the ride?” :pirate:

                #2479
                F LoveF Love
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                  Eggwoot, rather bored by the meeting of the heads, rolled outside to enjoy a sneaky peagarette. He was startled to see a group of alien bodies in the distance making strange contortions.

                  “Are they dancing?” he wondered, intrigued.

                  #2721

                  In reply to: Strings of Nines

                  Arona had indeed been devastated by the loss of her chippendale.

                  “Oh, thank you Buckberry,” she exclaimed joyfully. “My great Aunt, twice removed on my father’s side, Auntie Shelly Dwelling, gave me this beautiful chippendale tea set when I was just a little girl … before she disappeared in very strange circumstances … or so the story goes. Clever you to find it. I can make Nhum tea now!”

                  “This makes no sense at all,” sniffed Mandrake, privately wondering if he had better dispose of the Nhum when Arona was otherwise occupied. He did prefer things to make sense and clearly this Nhum Bhum stuff was messing with Arona’s head. Which is silly enough at the best of times.

                  Vincentius is taking a long time. Perhaps we should see if he is okay and then we can all have a nice cup of tea in my beautiful tea set,” enthused Arona.

                  #2816

                  In reply to: Snowflakes of Tens

                  F LoveF Love
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                    “Oh I have burnt the cake! So occupied was I reflecting upon the joys of home, and now the blessed cake is ruined!” exclaimed Phlora. “And soon Floywn and Hywrik and the family winged horse will return, no doubt hungry as Murganians!”

                    But the sunflowers did look so very pretty and Phlora was not one to be downhearted for long.

                    {link – home}

                    #2692

                    In reply to: Strings of Nines

                    TracyTracy
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                      The sun was streaming through the window when she awakened, a soft diffuse brightness behind the lengths of gauzy white fabric that fluttered gently in the air currents. The bed was in the middle of the room, a large spacious high ceilinged space on an upper floor; completely uncluttered ~ there was nothing else in the room, or so it seemed, it was all white, but the white of lightness, not the white of colour lack. She sat up, slowly stretching, filled with a feeling of warm promise, an unhurried optimism for the bright new day. She was still in that first moment of awakening, before any plans or expectations intruded, leisurely luxuriating in the promise of warmth and light, still relaxed from sleep, but free of details, free of mundane specifics or intentions; quite simply the uncluttered serenity and joy of the promise of a bright new day.

                      #2072

                      In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                      TracyTracy
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                        manner: half remember
                        feeling: leo mean knows write dark
                        meaning: waiting sudden ones teleport arona soon
                        create enjoyed: smiled poor silly pee thank large
                        remarked: choose beautiful wish
                        details: alien

                        :yahoo_alien:

                        #2071

                        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                        TracyTracy
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                          speaking… taking….
                          thread front enjoyed alone,
                          magic fun inside.
                          Notes clear.
                          Becky days ~ continuous years,
                          Beautiful, fine sort able
                          Walter White!

                          :bounce:

                          #2398

                          I ache all over… arrrrgghhhhhhhh Aspidistra was complaining on the phone all the while being intrigued by Harvey’s positively good mood.

                          “Oh you know,” Harvey began to tell her “the secret of the hyper-mel mode (a.k.a. “HMM”) is to be happy and screaaaaaming at the top of your lungs all your merriness no matter whut.”
                          “And of course,” he added, “punctuating it with occasional profuse weehooes (and some wheehoees now and then).”

                          “Woa… I will need more coffee for that” she said yawning while Harvey was continuing “and put your hands in the air, your fingers mimicking stars glitter! Wheeeha katcha twinkle twinkleepooh!”

                          “Oh, don’t mention hands, I dropped the milk twice this morning” Aspidistra was distraught again.

                          “Owlright, and have you rejoiced on having milk spilled all over the goddess body?! Mmhhh? YES! YES!”

                          “And I’ve got arthritis in my thumb!”

                          “Uh-oh, arthritis… even better! rhymes with Weehooohees! … or giant squid… architeuthis!”

                          “Achy tits, yeah…” she moaned plaintively. “And all that milk spilled with my poor thumbies…”

                          “You see, you get the hang of it,” Harvey was bouncing “got to go dearee, spread the good joy,… see you soon! Weeee…”

                          And off he was, hanging on Aspidistra while her ears where still full of the echoes of weehooees.

                          #2651

                          In reply to: Strings of Nines

                          While Malvina had been enjoying the fishy delicacies of Olliburthon, she had gathered again a sense of purpose.
                          “Not quite yet, but working on it…” she snapped at Leörmn, who was always quick to point out what wasn’t quite actualized. “You see, it is merely a matter of concentrating and soon it’ll be. Anyway, the fish is good here; look at those divinely prepared dishes! Leo would have loved them.”

                          Leörmn wasn’t very concerned by the seeming (he almost thought “seaming” in another probability) lack of direction of late errands, as he was well aware they all served a purpose. Oh, he knew that very well indeed, so very well… — but bugger if he could explain what said purpose was. Of course he, like any dragon of his age, could have easily said, if the proper motivation, question or else had prompted him to investigate further. But in its own nature, a dragon wasn’t inquisitive. He was accepting, for all that is before him, is all that is.

                          So when the idea germinated inside Malvina’s head, he already knew it would lead to a manifestation of some form, sooner or later.
                          So how could he have been surprised when she told him.

                          “You could at least play a little surprised!” she said “Doesn’t it sound fun and exciting to have our own Temple of Flove?”
                          “I hope it won’t smell too much of fish, or you may repel your patients…”
                          “Don’t be silly, we can’t be doing that here, you know that much better than I do!”
                          Leörmn cracked a smile, knowing indeed very well where this would all lead.
                          “And I will have a lovely white embroidered gown to officiate” Malvina was unstoppable “with pearls and shiny moonstones…”
                          “Oh, of course, and rubies for the boobies” Leörmn couldn’t really remain serious.
                          “That’s an idea!” Malvina was so enthralled she wasn’t really paying attention. Tomorrow she would bid farewell to Kalliona’s lovely company and Olliburthon charming gastronomy, and set her new journey’s destination to the Land of her ancestors, near the Great Lake of Umphillax, where her journey started, long before she even met her sisters.

                          “Tally-oh!” Leörmn cheered, loving the way magic could make packing and unpacking so easy.

                          #2367

                          Peanelope wiped a tear from her eye as she looked at her mantelpiece. She had removed the blubbit chasing trophies, Pee’s pride and joy, and replaced them with the four heads of her dear family.

                          “Come home safe, my pretty ones’” she whispered.

                          A moment later, spying something on Pickle’s chin, she leaned forward for closer inspection.

                          “Marmite dribble! Good Lord boy, you aren’t going through the portal with marmite dribble on your chin. They will say I am an unfit mother!”

                          With a hanky she wiped the offending spot away, relishing the fact that, for once, Pickle could not answer her back. Unfortunately Pickle, although endowed with her own fine looks, had inherited his father’s raucous voice.

                          “That’s much better,” she said proudly, “What a fine looking family you all are. Even you, Gnarfle,” she added after reflection. “Sometimes I forget you are a dog, you certainly feel like one of the family.”

                          #2350

                          Lavender stood up suddenly and hopped around the cafe.

                          “You know what? Since that masked man stood on my foot, the feeling seems to have returned!” Lavender hopped joyously over to the stranger and gave him a big hug, cleverly removing his mask at the same time, as if by accident.

                          Ann and Lavender stared in shocked surprise at the vision before them.

                          #2789
                          TracyTracy
                          Participant

                            Dory was enjoying the mysterious warm tribe, smelling pleasantly of chance and fate.

                            #2065

                            In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              Eyes previous threads ~

                              Nobody!

                              Finnley free rather real string writing;
                              Strings tell attempt;
                              Lack experience.

                              Dragons, whatever…

                              Stop!

                              Wondered…
                              Attention certainly taking,
                              Mused write somewhat ~
                              Seem face thinking…
                              Taken, wrote silly, shouted dancing!
                              Enjoyed!
                              Exclaimed comments ~
                              Voice life thread!

                              #2781
                              ÉricÉric
                              Keymaster

                                #10

                                Arona got imperiously brave, or stupid, and moved slowly out into the light.

                                Holy Arona found herself always flattered at the reaction.

                                “I heard the music, and enjoyed the distraction. If this riddle will allow to listen” at last a box with no corn or a gold tree inside?

                                she leapt up on the eggs too, all morning eggs had been coming to her hungry right now, but maybe Dory was her animals in her life. She had a quite funny thing Fiona noticed. She had a box of Angel cards, and had the music card guide herself, beautiful music …

                                #2637

                                In reply to: Strings of Nines

                                After five years of training of the dragon twins, Irtak was to do for the first time an act that would finally make him not just a dragon rider, but a dragon breeder in his own right. He had to part ways with them.

                                It was harder than he’d expected. He knew that if he wanted to bring more dragons into the great stream of the Duane’s life, he couldn’t only focus on the two buoyant twins. It’d taken them that long to manage channeling the intense energy of the two, and balancing their thirst of discovery with patience and adequacy of action.
                                Parting now was almost heart-breaking for him, even though the dragons had been reassuring they were only longing for new adventures with new companionship.

                                In fact, they were so longing that they would have almost gone with any stranger, or perhaps even just on their own —reluctant as they were to admit they also greatly enjoyed human’s company. However, Irtak wanted to make sure they would be taken care of by not just anybody; as powerful as dragons were, the two were almost innocent and very young for that race, and they would greatly benefit from some wise tutelage.

                                Now that Malvina had left the cave, he didn’t know who to turn to for advice, and was feeling a bit forlorn, though his glubolin was still working fine. He’d been thinking about it for quite some time, and realized that some travel would really do him good, so he finally began packing.
                                The Southern Shores of Lan’ork would make a great destination to find a proper owner for the twins, and an interesting starting point for new adventures.

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