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Legend of Sleazy HotelBecause I watched Disney’s ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,’ I give you this:
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(By the way, it’s set in regular times. And I promise, it will not go off into random plot stories, or follow Sleepy Hollow’s legend all the way, as it is set in modern days. And the setting is in a city, so how much sense would it really make if there was a headless horseman in the middle of a town, surrounded by people? Sorry, rambling.)
Its beginning is often misunderstood—most people believe it is Lucifer’s birthday. Which, in all fairness, is not too far from the truth.
What those people do not know: Celtic priests (commonly known as the Druids) would honor Samhain, Lord of the Dead, on October thirty-first to November first. It was rumored that on the thirty-first, Samhain would conjure the souls of the dead into bodies of animals to pay for their sins. This day was believed to be All Hallows Eve. Over the many years, it wa
For Glory part 3Part 3: Hidden
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Babs sat at home, rubbing her belly. The baby inside was kicking violently. "It's like you can sense that Daddy's not here," she said to the child inside her. "I wonder where he is."
There was the sound of footsteps outside, and the front door opened. Buster walked inside with a smile. "Hey, Babsy," he said, greeting her with a kiss.
"Where have you been? We've been worried about you."
"The gang and I have arranged a special surprise for you," he said, taking her hand in both of his. "Come on," he guided her outside, towards the car.
Minutes later, the two were in the car, driving across Toontown. "Where are we going?" Babs asked.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now, would it?" Buster said playfully. He turned onto a side road and began to drive down it. He eventually stopped next to an empty field and got out.
Babs got out slowly, confused. "Buster, why are we here? There's nothing here."
"Yes, there is," a voice
For Glory part 1Part 1: Hostilities
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Joy focused on the flower before her, small and blue, just starting to bloom in it's pot settled in her windowsill.
"Just calm your mind," Sheila said, observing her. "Listen to the flower's song, then play your song with it. The trick is to get them to blend together."
Joy took a breath and closed her eyes, listening intently to the song coming from the flower. In her mind, she produced the song that Sheila had taught her, crossing it with the flower's melody. The notes intertwined and played out.
When she opened her eyes, she gasped in astonishment. The flower was now much larger and a pure white.
"Well done," Sheila said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Pretty soon, you'll be able to manipulate larger organic creatures. Now, try lifting up the pot."
Joy focused on the pot now, and started playing a new song in her mind. Non-living beings were a little harder for her, because she had to force her song on it instead of playing a song