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One Little Spark - Part 2 - Prologue

ENGLAND, 1893. In the dead of a wet and roaring night, a night that most often appears in one’s nightmares, the farmlands and forests of southeast England howl out for mercy only to be out-voiced by the high rushing winds. For many of the farmers, especially with the Great Depression going on in England, rain has been considered a Godsend. But it’s taken a far heavy turn with all of this wind blowing almost everything in sight. Crops and seeds were flying off of their soil, trees and underbrush had been overturned, blocking roads and destroying homes of both people and many woodland creatures. The livestock in numerous farms cried out in fear by the sounds of banging doors, cold rain pouring in followed by thunder and lightning, and the cold bitter winds barging in, which many groups like sheep and cattle have huddled together to keep warm. Even just stepping outside to use “the John’s” in an outdoor privy shack or into the wild and green was out of the question!

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Simon Malory: A Demon's Tale - Prolog

PROLOG Excerpt from the death-bed confession of Sir Richard du Lac, as entered into the Chronicles of War within the Master Codex of the Knights Iluemari by Friar Joseph of Aquitaine. * * * The power and glory that had been Rome are a distant memory now. Scattered among the ruins of the empire, small kingdoms rise and fall like castles of sand, fighting a desperate battle for survival against the rising of the tide. People live in a world of fear as the strong prey upon the weak, showing no mercy, no rest, and, worst of all, denying any refuge to the downtrodden. To the east, we knew the empire endured, albeit consumed by its own internal upheavals and caring little for the fate of its western brother. The sword rules, and the armies that wielded it in the name of their crown roam the lands of the West, taking by force anything that would not be freely given. There, in the shadows of a world clutched in the grasp of despair and apathy, a silent and malevolent evil took

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in the midst of the field of battle stood an immense sculptured titanium latin letter "S"; when approached, one could see that two swords were plunged inside, one with a hilt marked "self", the other with a hilt marked "species" the blade marked "self" could be handled, and an essay to draw it made, but for all my brawn and skill i couldn't coax a budge the other blade, marked "species", wouldn't be touched; every time i went to handle it it disappeared, my hand passing through bare air, only to reappear once i had made each pass strewn about the field (but never very close to the immensity) were many small gray stones with various words etched upon them, such as "hope", "family", "pleasure", "knowledge", "work", and the like frigid buffets of sky-breath pelted me, as i cautiously took leave

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Southwest Driver's Mumble

“Southwest Driver’s Mumble” A buzzing swordfish vintage collection item is handmade with wisecracking zigzags of mic. Equestrian pedestrians tail down the solar reef when growing up and shrinking down alike. The middle fire gets oceanic along tearings up of a siege that blues into my lost cottontail. Out of your gone squares I foresee classic monstrosities masterminding a nonsense rail. My thrilling burp goofs up my tickling whiskers near to the bridge of my pizza wafters. Her wedding ring unfolds about that very charm on top of the glazing donut go-getters. Captivation brings us an extra hooligan. That brideless monkey soup runs the short path. Lethal teddy bears crack my spine over these bluer sights surrounding my parking wrath. Jingle bells taste like chicken, but I never eat jingle bells. That’s why I’m a chicken. Stab them in the suitcase with a case of lolly-gagging flowers. Garden’s a pickin’. Kittens need more popcorn these days. Oh! My valentine contains liver and

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Pagettes Aug a Septe (with English Travel Guide)

“Pagettes Aug a Septe” De fromage aqua, j’adore a mon votre envelope perfumelle. Le postage iris nous excusez reservice pour cage a voila, mais recharges chines dans broyeurs chamois, a prix tres semmille de miscoragement, et forde nacho avec manzanita del. Personage a otre temp sur temple biscuite durante misjourney disblonde, brierre verte aux plumes metalliques pour mon frere chef Sacto Bako sobre circle, livre rosette a la della bogo pastelle a jours montaignes smores sirree. Alex Julian does the photography work. The Julian family travels with Alex Julian and our work in progress is sharing potential and wonderful art for the Julian Team. Copyright (c) 2025 Gipsterapple. Gipsterapple owned by Alex Julian and the Julian Team. Copyright laws apply. All rights reserved.

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A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work

“A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work” Whealies turn my pinch salt to dash salt with B.P. B. powder sugars me in! Let raise the clock on our baking floor. Tap salt, start oven, loaf pan. Drift together in mixing bone. Teaspoon, teaspoon… show all so. Cup of sugar, cup of walnuts. Intelligent woman loves my smell. Toss apples in the gut before supper arrives. Half a lime, 9 ounces to drain. New York fires from 1853. Neptune Salad goes to show. Fourth a cup, one cup and fourth a cup. 3 tablespoons and quarter tablespoon. Last stir apart on grease. Eighth of a cup, half hour longer. 1 pound for 89 cents, Center 7-Bone. Cup whipping salt until fluffy and serving to her shell. Cup of sugar, cup of water. Crush 1 cup or else the stir in water taps out. Garnish until set, get it wet. Cup, cup. Sugar, water. Jelly a raw berry down the bomb. 13 by 9 with leaning bacon drool. Christmas dales mow down the lawn. A hull envelopes my pint to the measure in this caking palm. Recipe dictators will be

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APRIL FUELS! (A Chicken Little story)

PART 7: THE BIG RACE At last it was the day of the big race, and all the cars and vehicles were beginning the warm-up lap; the date was April 1st---April Fools' Day---so everybody was expecting the unexpected, and watching out for any practical jokes that someone might have set up. "So here we are, racing fans," said the commentator to the TV audience, "This is Jackson Wolf and Murray Barker, reporting on the Oakey Oaks Junior Auto Race; looks like being an interesting race, eh, Murray?" "Certainly does, Jackson," Murray answered, "this is also the very first Junior Auto Race to be held here in Oakey Oaks, so anything could happen between now and the final lap; there are some really interesting designs on the track today...let's hope they all make it to the end!" Meanwhile, Team Acorn were discussing their race strategy one last time; they'd discovered the theft of their fuel, but strangely they didn't seem too worried about it. "So somebody

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DOGTANIAN, PIONEER AIR FIGHTER

PART 7: DOGTANIAN FINDS HIS FEET Cruising over the Somme, France, at fifteen thousand feet, Dogtanian paused for a moment in his unceasing scrutiny of the sky to glance downwards; the smoke from a burning farmhouse caught his eye, and a little frown of anxiety lined his forehead as he noticed that the smoke was rolling along the ground towards Germany at an angle which could only mean that a very high wind was blowing...he swung his Camel round in its own length, the frown deepening with anxiety as he realized for the first time that he was a good deal farther over the Lines than he imagined. "It'll take me half an hour to get back against this wind; I must have been crazy to come so far over!" he thought, as he pushed his joystick forward for more speed. The 'archie' bursts that had followed him on his outward passage, with indifferent results, now began to creep closer as the Camel offered a less fleeting target; Dogtanian was

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THE BIG FREEZE-UP (A PAW Patrol/TUGS crossover)

PART 2: TRACKER HAS AN IDEA As well as the Star Pups, Captain Humdinger's Z-Dogs also had the contract for supplies for S.S. VIENNA; so many tugs, competing for so few supplies, always brought problems! "Those Star Pups want this fuel-barge, do they?" growled Hubcap, "Well, they can't 'ave it, see?" "No, no, you keep it, Hubcap!" said Arrby (Z-Dog No 4). "Yeah, you keep it!" added Grip (Z-Dog No 5). "Don't worry, I will," answered Hubcap, and shouted at the fuel-pumper, "Right, fill 'er up with kerosene!" "Sure and it'll take a while in this cold," answered the fuel-pumper, as he began pumping. "Hey, Hubcap," called Skye as she and Tracker came steaming up, "We need a fuel-barge for Liberty Lightship!" "You're not, by any chance, suggesting that I let you have my fuel-barge, are you?" Hubcap grinned. "Actually, we are," answered Skye. "What, so you can supply S.S. VIENNA instead of me?" snapped Hubcap, "Well, you two can

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TCPFTB: Countdown to Action

(Thursday, June 1st, 1944) The men of 2nd Battery of the 1260th Army Coastal Artillery Regiment finally wipe the sweat off their foreheads after moving the final and sixth 155mm Kanone 418(f) or K418(f) Field Gun* into its H771 Gun Casemate at Pointe du Hoc before heading on over to the chow line. At the same time, Kampfgruppe Heyna* (consisting of the 352nd Infantry Division's 914th Grenadier Regiment and the 352nd Panzerjäger Battalion) were setting up camp just outside the village of Cricqueville-en-Bessin, while the 84th Army Korps' mobile reserve, Kampfgruppe Meyer* (consisting of the division's 915th Grenadier Regiment and the 352nd Füsilier Battalion), had also made camp just outside Bricqueville. Later in the evening, the Jaguar, a Type 1924/Raubtier-Class Torpedo Boat from the 5th Torpedo Boat Flotilla, which was stationed at Cherbourg, docked at Le Harve for minor repairs and replacement parts. The Jaguar was under the command of Oberleutnant zur See (Lieutenant

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West German 2nd Panzergrenadier Division

You might think that 'panzergrenadier' is a decidedly World War 2 name. Make no mistake, as a catch-all German term for mechanized infantry, so too did the Bundeswehr, who used the name for its mobile foot soldiers accompanying their main battle tanks. Not only that, the panzergrenadiers act as escorts for the tanks, while the former was transported onto the battlefield (and supported while dismounted) in either armored personnel carriers (APCs) or infantry fighting vehicles (IFVs). As a mechanized infantry unit, the West German 2nd Panzergrenadier Division or 2. Panzergrenadierdivision was formed on July 1st, 1956, in Kassel, West Germany. It was first established as the West German 2nd Grenadier Division and was initially made up of two kampfgruppes, which were made up of volunteers and a cadre of West German border troops, with a third kampfgruppe being formed in 1958. In 1959, the West German 2nd Grenadier Division was redesignated as a panzergrenadier division, with its three

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U.S 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment

Anybody familiar with the Cold War, and NATO in West Germany, will be aware of the U.S 11th 'Blackhorse' Armored Cavalry Regiment's combat role during any conventionally fought World War 3. Forward deployed and providing overwatch on the Inner German Border, the various squadrons of this armored cavalry regiment would fight a most-important delaying action near Fulda, Bad Hersfeld and Bad Kissingen. During a full-scale Warsaw Pact invasion, no one was under any false impression: life expectancy in the U.S 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment was counted in hours, and the formation's screening mission a sacrificial one. Deployed almost completely by itself along the Inner German Border, the 11th Armored Cavalry was a unique mechanized force. It featured a substantial amount of tanks and even had its organic air cavalry squadron. The wartime mission of the U.S 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment was to delay any attacking enemy long enough for fresh NATO reinforcements to mobilize and

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HAUNTED HENRY AND ROCKY

(The scene starts at nighttime) It was a moonlit night and Henry was working with Edward and his friend, Rocky. The green engine and recycling mixed breed pup were taking a goods train to the station by the lake. (Owl hoots) Edward: Whenever that owl hoots, a mist rolls in. There's a legend that when the mist's about, there's a ghost about too. Rocky (pup): (Nervously) A ghost? Edward: That’s right, Take care on the old line, you two. Henry: Stupid bird! Rocky (pup): Henry, don’t be rude. (Henry and Rocky depart from the yard and head for the old line) Henry: Owls, mists, ghosts. Edward's going soft of the boiler. There's no mist. Rocky (pup): I don’t know about that Henry. (the scene fades to the Henry and Rocky going along the old line, the mist appears making everything look spooky) But Henry was wrong. Rocky (pup): Oh my, this place is pretty spooky. (sees something) Hey, I see something. Henry: What's that? Henry's Driver: It's an amber lamp. Rocky (Pup): What

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Trucks!

(The Story begins with the narrow gauge engines working along with the PAW Patrol pups) Everyday where the little engines work along with the PAW Patrol pups, the crisp air is suddenly filled with a familiar noise. The lakes and mountains have many visitors, and Harold the Helicopter and Skye the flying pup fly in the sky making sure that no one is in trouble. Skye: Everything’s looking A OK. Harold: All present and correct. Time to return to base. Then Harold and Skye noticed something. A sturdy diesel was coming along the mountainside and in his cab was Rocky the recycling pup. Harold flew lower for a closer inspection. Skye: Hello there, I’m Skye. Harold: And I'm Harold. Who are you? Rusty: I'm Rusty. Harold: Don't recall seeing you before. What brings you this way? Skye: And why are you with Rusty Rocky? Rocky (Pup): I’ve been chosen to help with Rusty sometimes. Rusty: The Fat Controller sent me to help the other engines. This was no time for a chat with a

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EMILY'S NEW COACHES

It was a splendid day on the Island of Sodor. Thomas Chase and Skye were taking Annie and Clarabel back to the yards. A new engine had arrived and they wanted to say hello. The engine was beautiful with shiny paintwork and a gleaming brass dome. The Fat Controller: Aw, Thomas, Chase and Skye, I Like You All To Meet Emily. Thomas: Hello! Chase: Hi Emily. Skye: Hello. Emily: Hello to you. The Fat Controller: Skye, I would like you to work with Emily and be her pup friend. Skye: OK sir, it would be good to be with a female steam engine. Thomas: But what about me and Chase Skye? Chase: It won’t be the same without you. Skye: Oh don’t worry you too, we’ll still be good friends and I’ll still be able to help you out if Emily is unavailable. Chase: Oh OK then. The Fat Controller: Emily, collect your coaches please. You and your driver must learn the line and Skye will help you too. Emily: Yes, sir. (puffs away) Thomas and Chase were really impressed. Thomas: Hm. I Think Emily

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Paw Patrol The Movie New York Style Ext Edition 8

Ryder and Chase exit the building. Ryder! The pups shout and they lick him. How do you feel Rubble says. Covered in drool Ryder laughs. Okay guys give him some air. You don't want your doggy breath to become an impact. Liberty says. The people cheer as they walk out of Humdinger Tower. Mayor Humdinger and his kittens try to sneak away but then Chase spots them his eyebrows furrowed. Mayor Humdinger! Chase shouts. You are under arrest for gross negligence, public endangerment, destruction of property, vandalism, and dog napping. Anything you say will be used and held against you in the court of law. If you have the right to afford an attorney, if you do not have one the court will assign one to you. Chase says. You can't arrest me I'm the Mayor of New York and I know my Miranda Rights Mayor Humdinger says and he runs away. He's getting away! Marshall says. No he's not! Skye! Chase says. Ruff Drone! Skye says. Mayor Humdinger then gets grabbed by the drone. Hey put me down Nobody makes

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Paw Patrol The Movie New York Style Ext Edition 7

Ryder! Chase says. Chase hops into his Charger, hits the gas and speeds towards Humdinger Tower. Chase then sees a flying bus aiming towards him. Aaah! Chase shouts as his hind paws hits the brake pedal and his front paws jerk the steering wheel to the left causing his car to maneuver around the bus that just crashed. The car drifts in a slow motion effect. Then the Radio City Music Hall sign letters begin to detach and fall. Chase looks up and sees the falling letters. Ruff Shield! Chase shouts as he presses a button and the Charger becomes armor plated as it plows the big letters out of the way. Chase turns right into an alley and he drifts left onto Broadway. Then a billboard advertising Milkbone begins to fall and it crashes right onto the street forming a ramp. Chase gasps and his front paw moves the shifter and his hind paw slams the gas pedal. The speedometer redlines. The Charger approaches the ramp and then launches from the ramp in mid air in slow motion. Whoooaaaa! Chase

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Paw Patrol The Movie New York Style Ext Edition 6

A view of a busy Times Square is shown. Where are we going Ryder? Chase says. There's something I want to show you. Ryder says. (He points out to the busy location) Do you remember this place? Ryder says. Chase then opens his mouth and his eyes open wide. This is Times Square. It's where I first met you Ryder says. Why would you bring me here? Chase says. I know this place reminds you of the worse times in your life but there's more to it than that. It's also a great place. I remember the first time I saw you Ryder says. The scene cuts to the past. A tiny Chase struggles with pedestrian traffic on a crosswalk Chase then turns and he sees approaching headlights coming towards him. A NYCTA City Bus slams the brakes honking the horn and the bus skids towards Chase. Chase braces himself for the worse. Then he opens his eyes. There he sees a young boy in front of him giving a stop hand signal to the bus driver who stopped just in time. The scene cuts back to the present. I know, you saw

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S3 E25-Future Demons

(Opens in sunrise with Diesel waking up after his crash, in a very poor condition, covered in scrapes, soot, dust, dented buffers and his face having smudges and a left black and swollen eye) Diesel (Muttering and groaning): Ugh, ugh, no, no, please, don’t die in front of me like that…I’m sorry. I get it, I get it. No please… (Opens one eye and is shocked) huh? (Yawns) Ugh, what happened? Where am I…hey, I’m in the same spot I was last night after...it… (Looks down and sees a doll of an angel in front of him, no scrap piles) what? (Pauses for a while in confusion and looks about) Hmmm…funny…I have all these damages and dirt, yet I’m still on the rails. (Realizes and looks about again) Humph! Well isn’t this a mentally disturbing mad house. (Sighs) I used to really think this place was disgusting and beneath me…but now… (Sighs) it’s a living hell...seeing dead engines. Plus, if I stay here any longer I might just go insane. This work is so

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S3 E24-Present Demons

(Opens with Diesel shuffling about the Ironworks still look pale and skittish) Narrator: Two weeks had passed since Diesel’s ghostly encounter with the demonic City Class ghost, and already, Diesel himself was still feeling quite disturbed. After the three encounters he had as of late, he could now see what was happening was real. He stirred the hornet’s nest, and now the swarm was coming out to fire their stingers. Slowly but surely though, as surprisingly, Diesel did not have another demonic encounters, but he still felt shaken up. But what really got him more was the fact, they seemed to know who he was…especially this B12 he used to try and spook ‘Arry & Bert…this Ebony as Dennis described. The question was…how? But even so, Diesel remained silent whilst he was there, for once, not boasting, not grumbling, not bullying or insulting others, no malicious tricks of any sorts, in fact, many that did see but still tried to remain distant from Diesel were so surprised, they could’ve

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S3 E23-Past Demons

Narrator: Devious Diesel had landed himself in serious hot water this time. For the past whole year, the shunter had done nothing but cause trouble for his own selfish gain. He hadn’t been the same since the Hellfire Invasion back in May that involved Mickey chasing him into an old siding and Danny bumping him down a hill and being left there for weeks, he hadn’t been the same since, and after finding out that everyone thought he was dead and that nobody cared, that really felt like an insult to him, and for the past few months, started to revert to his old devious, arrogant, and narcissistic ways. He became even more anti-social, selfish, cynical, and far nastier than ever, following a lot incidents such as badmouthing Butch, lazily shunting S.C.Ruffey onto Oliver’s train that nearly got him killed and made the auto tank act just as standoffish as him, pushing Murdoch to the edge over one slight disagreement, competing with Oliver in the Shunting Yards, but now, his worst incident of

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Natjfer Training 10

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