The King's TaxesThe inn was unusually quiet this night. Not for lack of patrons. No, rather more had come seeking solace in their cups. What was missing was the atmosphere: No pipes played, no drums beat, no bards sung, no raucous laughter filled the air. Nothing could be heard except the crackling of the hearth fires, the soft thud as the tavern girl set mugs on tables and a few morose mutterings.The King's Taxes
“Cut off his crown jewels!” a high pitched voice broke out from the corner of the room. “For what is a king without his crown jewels? Ha-ha!” The speaker, a little winged imp too liberal with his wit at the best of times, was quickly shu
Sage AdviceThe bar was a hole, dim and stifling, reeking of tobacco smoke, liquor and sweat. The tables looked like they were offered only a perfunctory wipe and that not often enough. Stains marked the floor; the wood was clearly lacking any form of polish. The people looked little better. I didn't care. I doubted the other patrons did either or else they would have found a more habitable place for their recreation. Loosening my tie, I made straight for the bar and without hesitation ordered a double scotch. I had just touched the glass to my lips, when from my right side came, “Sage Advice
Blind DateA goddess stared out of the mirror, adorned in a sleek black dress. Maxine turned left and right, admiring the divine curves and heavenly figure. Man, I look good, she thought, a cheeky smile breaking on her angelic face. If her date wasn't awed by her, she'd eat one of her high-heels. Her date. Or, more specifically, her blind date. Her friend, Tara, had organised the whole thing; the guy was someone whom Tara had met through a friend and whom she thought a good potential match for her single friend. The first that Maxine heard of it was yesterday, when she'dBlind Date
VoicesSave her, the voice begged, slicing through my mind, a blade cutting my consciousness. Forget it, you're useless, the other burst in, derision coating the deep timbre. I clasped my hands to my head as though I could squeeze them out. Don't delay any longer, it may already be too late, the first voice chided gently yet urgently. For days I had been plagued by this duo of conflicting voices. Like an anxious child the first one implored me to help some unknown person, while the other contemptuously assured me I was not up to the task They had not ceased their chatterVoices
Birthday
Jolly
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XxX WiCKeD
How are you?
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I'm fine, thank you
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:: Marisa's lesson of how to 'Spark' ::
~ Concentrate your mind
~ Mutter the spell to Mini-Hakkero tenderly
~ Aim at someone you don't like
~ Now unleash your annihilation of love!
(c) ZUN
Where abouts in SA you from?
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