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Stay Away, My Lads
You all have heard the legends of the singers of the sea; Well now believe them, lads, and heed my words if you love me. There's evil in a woman's heart who whispers of a tryst, And you, my blameless, lovelorn fools, are powerless to resist. Oh, stay away! my lads, if you should ever have the notion Of following a mermaid to the bottom of the ocean. You all have heard the legends of the maidens of the land; There's evil in a woman's heart who beckons from the sand. Beware of drifting boats that hold a damsel lost in mist, For you, my blameless, lovelorn fools, are powerless to resist. Oh, stay away! my lads, if you should ever have the notio
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Argentinosaurus Got Your Back
Big.  A lump o' flesh... 'Everybody we expect today has their especial innermost monster regarding his or her physique.  Your change, my friend... what you did... remember how it changed everyone's ideas?  Confidence is critical!' Remember?  Sure.  A sauropod's horrors.  I should comically ask Annabelle Abydosaur how conifer feeds a diminutive, teeny sauropod... No.  Everybody's beautiful, whether tiny, humongous, huge, mini, small... everybody.  So I've discovered.  Biggest dinosaur!  I affirm this cavalierly indeed!  To remember before is forgetting newfound knowledge Annabelle embedded inside me: everyone coruscates. I've been terrible
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The Plastic Surgeon
Yes, madam, I can certainly give you the face you've always wanted. For a small extra charge, I can even guarantee that she'll never try to get it back.
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What Do You Mean I Failed?
I agree with the statement that Jane depends on men to help her navigate the world. Jane Eyre is a Gothic novel written by Charlotte Brontë in Victorian times.  Gothic literature was very popular in the Sixteenth Century and Mr Rochester is a Byronic hero. Anne Brontë structures the novel to show that Jane is poor.  A quote to prove this is 'I am poor'.  The adverb 'poor' means that she doesn't have much money.  Jane is brought up by her aunt and then she goes to Lowood School.  This is where she meets Helen Burns and when Helen dies Jane is sad.  Burns represents fire.  Then she goes to work at Thornfield where she hears scary no
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The Price of Bread
They were late.  Harriet waited at the quayside, her sack of bones hanging from one hand as she lifted the other every twenty seconds to look at her watch.  They weren't safe if the Emperor didn't need them anymore.  Perhaps he was bored of his island and had decided to wade to the mainland.  Not right then, of course; she'd have seen him.  But soon.  Just such an impulse must have seized him when he'd left his old home and found his way down to theirs.  Then again, perhaps he hadn't been bored, only hungry.  Human beings had been few and far between up there, or so she'd heard.  Harriet sucked on her lip, wracked with worry.  Could he be tha
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The Secret Life of Fungi
There were a hundred and twenty billion of them in the packet, but only Yazmin had heard what was being planned for them.  She was the only one who had bothered to listen, and she was glad she had.  Savoury mushroom bread was more than they had dared to hope for, and the excitement of greeting their distant relations was almost too much for some. 'Come on, everyone, the mushrooms will be here soon!' cried Yolande, by far the most excited, on the day that their packet was opened. 'Oh my days, you is like so bossy, man,' said Yuri, who had been less than enthusiastic about the idea of a surprise party from the start.  After all, they had limi
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Lament of the Castorocauda
The water was getting uncomfortably warm.  Haili stood at the lake's edge, her fur wet and slick, gazing out at the faraway mountains as they were swallowed one at a time by the pyroclastic cloud.  Her friends and family had all gone, though there was nowhere to go.  There was nothing left.  Almost.  Just the lake, a few fish, some plants and insects, and Haili. She turned and slipped silently into the water, propelling herself forward with her flat tail.  Her people had always ruled the lake, and now she ruled alone.  A fish appeared in front of her.  She grabbed at it, and then it lay dead on her claws.  It had not even startled.  They wer
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Daniel Radcliffe and the Blue Fairy
Daniel was settling down to read through the script of Playmobil: The Movie when a flash of blue light appeared in the middle of the room. 'Hi, how are you?' said Daniel, smiling as the Blue Fairy approached him.  'Nice to see you again!' 'Daniel,' said the Blue Fairy, 'I have a great favour to ask of you.  Will you complete another task for the good of the world?' 'Yeah, sure, no problem.' 'Then I shall once again send you back in time, to the Sixth Century.  Find the Holy Grail, and then find the one who has need of it.' 'The Holy Grail?' Daniel said with polite interest.  'So that one's real as well?' 'It's as real as I am,' said the
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Motivation
'Fornicatores enim inutilia!' Gallus Mamilius Maritimus paced in front of his men, his eyes popping with all the things he wanted to say to them.  Weren't they part of the most powerful army in the world?  Hadn't they conquered most of it already?  Well then, what were a few barbarian priests on one pathetic little island?  They already had the pathetic little mainland (well, most of it, but he'd better not say that) because they'd stamped out all the native tribes' pathetic little rebellions.  Now were they afraid of these people just because they wore strange cloaks and called entreaties to their barbarian gods?  No!  Some of them were wom
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Stay Away, My Lads
You all have heard the legends of the singers of the sea; Well now believe them, lads, and heed my words if you love me. There's evil in a woman's heart who whispers of a tryst, And you, my blameless, lovelorn fools, are powerless to resist. Oh, stay away! my lads, if you should ever have the notion Of following a mermaid to the bottom of the ocean. You all have heard the legends of the maidens of the land; There's evil in a woman's heart who beckons from the sand. Beware of drifting boats that hold a damsel lost in mist, For you, my blameless, lovelorn fools, are powerless to resist. Oh, stay away! my lads, if you should ever have the notio
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The Price of Bread
They were late.  Harriet waited at the quayside, her sack of bones hanging from one hand as she lifted the other every twenty seconds to look at her watch.  They weren't safe if the Emperor didn't need them anymore.  Perhaps he was bored of his island and had decided to wade to the mainland.  Not right then, of course; she'd have seen him.  But soon.  Just such an impulse must have seized him when he'd left his old home and found his way down to theirs.  Then again, perhaps he hadn't been bored, only hungry.  Human beings had been few and far between up there, or so she'd heard.  Harriet sucked on her lip, wracked with worry.  Could he be tha
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The Plastic Surgeon
Yes, madam, I can certainly give you the face you've always wanted. For a small extra charge, I can even guarantee that she'll never try to get it back.
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What Do You Mean I Failed?
I agree with the statement that Jane depends on men to help her navigate the world. Jane Eyre is a Gothic novel written by Charlotte Brontë in Victorian times.  Gothic literature was very popular in the Sixteenth Century and Mr Rochester is a Byronic hero. Anne Brontë structures the novel to show that Jane is poor.  A quote to prove this is 'I am poor'.  The adverb 'poor' means that she doesn't have much money.  Jane is brought up by her aunt and then she goes to Lowood School.  This is where she meets Helen Burns and when Helen dies Jane is sad.  Burns represents fire.  Then she goes to work at Thornfield where she hears scary no
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Lament of the Castorocauda
The water was getting uncomfortably warm.  Haili stood at the lake's edge, her fur wet and slick, gazing out at the faraway mountains as they were swallowed one at a time by the pyroclastic cloud.  Her friends and family had all gone, though there was nowhere to go.  There was nothing left.  Almost.  Just the lake, a few fish, some plants and insects, and Haili. She turned and slipped silently into the water, propelling herself forward with her flat tail.  Her people had always ruled the lake, and now she ruled alone.  A fish appeared in front of her.  She grabbed at it, and then it lay dead on her claws.  It had not even startled.  They wer
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Boudica Novel: Latest Opening
The Romans were here before I was, but there were a few years in which I was unaware of them.  They seemed to leave our tribe more or less alone while I was learning to walk and talk and respect a chieftain who was not my father.  I have dim memories of watching with my friend Aesu as his father, Saenu, worked in the forge and his mother kept a hand on each of us, holding us away from the fire and the molten metal. I have one clear memory of Saenu.  He was crouching in front of Aesu and me, smiling and handing each of us a torc: twisted strands of Gaulish gold bent into hoops too large for our necks. 'You have always belonged to our people,
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Limericks on Eugenie Danglars
Eugénie Danglars ran away With the woman who taught her to play– The piano, that's true, But the lovers' game too, Which did not go down well in their day. Where are you, Eugénie, today? Well, both dead and fictitious, okay, But I mean, if you please, I hope you and Louise Ran off-page to a nice place to stay. Eugénie is known to be gay, But I think I'm the first one to say: Her fave clothes were a man's So she may have been trans... Now, my lit crit award, if I may.
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Ancient Wisdom
They may have missed the moment if they blinked, Perhaps just time to think the air felt odd, They never knew that they would be extinct. Catastrophe and victims not yet linked In any mind, from worm to theropod, They may have missed the moment if they blinked. Their world was wide, their bound'ries indistinct, When all Pangaea's children walked her sod. They never knew that they would be extinct. Disasters were not shouted, signed or inked, But smaller struggles braved each day, slipshod. They may have missed the moment if they blinked. We've armour, and we weep to see it chinked, Hold up our fears just like a lightning rod. They never k
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Hilarious
The dog was having a wonderful time.  The game was fun for everyone, and so inventive.  She would never have thought of it herself.  Cats were clever, clever animals indeed.  She just didn't know when he was going to jump out! She snuffled her nose closer to the box.  Where was he?  Could he have stopped playing?  But no.  There he was.  Brilliant!  Though that one could have hurt... --- The cat cowered in the box and wondered what it would take to get the dog to leave him the hell alone.  This was even worse than being sneaked up on by a cucumber.  His heart was hammering and his hackles were up.  Couldn't she see he wanted to be left alo
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The Tartan Mouse
The mice were getting ready for Christmas.  It had been small trouble to chew a little Christmas tree for themselves from the bottom of the big one by the staircase in the big hallway, and the merest stick from the garden did for a Yule log, and Wendy frequently sewed, which meant snippets of things with which Dusk and Dawn had made decorations. 'What clever little crafters your children are,' they heard someone remark to their mother, and they felt proud and puffed up for the rest of the day. All the network of skirting and stairwells looked magnificent.  The problem, of course, was food.  The mice lived on this and that throughout the yea
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The Tartan Mouse
The mice were getting ready for Christmas.  It had been small trouble to chew a little Christmas tree for themselves from the bottom of the big one by the staircase in the big hallway, and the merest stick from the garden did for a Yule log, and Wendy frequently sewed, which meant snippets of things with which Dusk and Dawn had made decorations. 'What clever little crafters your children are,' they heard someone remark to their mother, and they felt proud and puffed up for the rest of the day. All the network of skirting and stairwells looked magnificent.  The problem, of course, was food.  The mice lived on this and that throughout the yea
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How the Panda Became Red
There was a time when thousands of little black-and-white pandas lived in a pine forest, and beneath them grew all the bamboo they could eat.  In fact over the centuries they did eat it all, while the forest grew old, until only a few pandas were left starving in one dying tree. One day Trot, the youngest panda, climbed to the top of the tree and saw a bamboo forest newly grown on the other side of the river. 'Why can't we go there?' she asked. 'Because it is inhabited by bears,' said her father.  'Bears eat smaller animals alive.' The more Trot looked at the bears, the more she thought they did not look dangerous, so one day she used wha
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The World's End
Where ravens feast on mortal sin, The world ends at a clifftop inn Whose greeting is a fleshless grin From pirates' gibbet at the door. This lonely structure is adorned With bodies of those men unmourned, With sign proclaiming Ye be warned, And always room enough for more. Our story, though, tells not of this, This feared, this known, this bland abyss, But rather of the promised bliss A spyglass offers to these men. For if, once fear has gripped his mind, Our pirate's hand, then eye should find The spyglass hidden just behind The rotting gibbet post, well then... Well, then he runs, or jumps, or flies, (That is to say, the fellow tries,) En
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The Ghost of Emily White
The cemetery never changed, or at least not very much.  The trees and hedges were trimmed every few years, and when Scott was six, they started turning off the water butts in the winter because the pipes froze, and so did the streams that the local boys used to make by overfilling the water butt at the top of the part that sloped.  The weather changed, of course, and the plants and the animals with it.  Sometimes a new grave was added.  When Scott was ten, his grandmother was buried there. Sometimes he popped in to see her on the way home from school, just as he always used to.  He missed being able to see and hear her, but it wasn’t s
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The Girl in the Pantry
Joe had always been frightened of Grandma’s kitchen.  It was the only house he knew of that had a pantry, and in the pantry there was a ghost.  This was certain.  Whenever he stayed overnight, he heard someone running to and fro inside its walls, beating on the door and crying with the voice of a little girl. Once, he had dared to open the pantry, thinking that perhaps one of his schoolmates who lived nearby was doing it to scare him.  When he opened the door, there was nothing to be found but a chilly, unsettling feeling.  It was the cold of the entire kitchen, always there but not worth thinking about, until
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The Karma Train
‘There is nothing worse than going to school by tube!’ said Alice. James had no reply.  They were hanging onto a pole in the middle of the carriage, swaying and bumping into each other, and into people on their way to work.  The train smelt of sweat, coffee and clothing.  The only passengers to acknowledge each other were those in school uniform.  The rest stared through each other, or over each other’s heads, expressionless and silent. ‘The next station is Southgate.’ ‘I’m never getting a tube again after school’s finished,’ said Alice.  ‘Well, not in the
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NaNoWriMo 2013 Excerpt: Mr Andrews
Susie seemed to sense Imogen’s misery on the eve of the start of term, and spent the whole night on her bed, curled up against her legs and sending a comforting warmth through the blankets.  Imogen went to sleep to the sound of Susie’s snores, and with the MDF smell from the dolls’ house filling the room.  She was glad to be reminded that she had a wonderful cat and a magnificent dolls’ house to come to, but this did nothing to dispel her terrible fear of Mr Andrews. In the morning, Mrs Clark gave Imogen a lift to school.  It was only a five-minute walk, but Mrs Clark was working that morning, and she g
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Rose's First Year
Rose was a present for Mrs Wakefield, who took her home in her pot and then placed her on the edge of a patio, in a garden overgrown with weeds. ‘What’s this, what’s this?’ the weeds chattered.  ‘A garden rose!  What will become of her?’ It was not the garden that Rose had imagined going home to, but it was a garden nonetheless.  She gazed out over the lawn, longing for the earth.  She wanted to dig into the ground with her roots and climb up the fence with her stems. Rose waited and waited until Mrs Wakefield came back with Mr Wakefield, a little girl and a ginger cat. ‘Just look at what the chil
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‘The trouble with humans,’ the cat surmised, ‘Is they think they know better than us. ‘For example, my friend, you and I get along, ‘And they think that it warrants a fuss! ‘They’ll insist that we never can live side by side, ‘And they boggle when you call me “brother”. ‘Well, I am no such thing, my excitable friend, ‘But still, we are fond of each other.’ ‘That’s right!’ cried the dog, and up she jumped, With a pant and a wag of her tail. ‘If I see a kitty, I try to make friends!’ ‘Yes, and you usually fail. ‘I confess w
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When I was in the infants at primary school, there was a dryad in my class for a term or so. At that age you understand someone like that is amazing and unusual but you also simply accept that such marvellous things can happen. Now my adult brain insists that I dreamt or imagined her, and on the rare occasions I’ve bumped into old classmates none of them remember her, but the memories remain so clear. She was a sweet but awkward kid who nevertheless made the effort to join in with all our games. And she never lost a game of hide and seek. I seemed to be the only one who noticed her vanishing into the buddleia bush each time, away in a
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     The talls chased poor goblins all the way up the mountain, waving their sharpy-pokeys. Sometimes they stuck goblins. Sometimes someone fell. All the rest kept running. Up and up to the snowy tippy-top. Up to a deep cave all toasty toasty. The talls did not follow. They ran back down down to the ground, back to their tall homes and their tall families. Goblins laughed and teased and danced until they were gone.     Boomy was the first to have a look-see inside the cave. He made big happy sounds and called goblins to come. But when goblins started to come,Boomy started to scream. Toasty cave got too toasty. Boomy stayed deep inside. Tack
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The World's End
Where ravens feast on mortal sin, The world ends at a clifftop inn Whose greeting is a fleshless grin From pirates' gibbet at the door. This lonely structure is adorned With bodies of those men unmourned, With sign proclaiming Ye be warned, And always room enough for more. Our story, though, tells not of this, This feared, this known, this bland abyss, But rather of the promised bliss A spyglass offers to these men. For if, once fear has gripped his mind, Our pirate's hand, then eye should find The spyglass hidden just behind The rotting gibbet post, well then... Well, then he runs, or jumps, or flies, (That is to say, the fellow tries,) En
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Thanks for the watch! :D
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Thank you, as always!
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ErlenmeyerKatHobbyist Writer
Happy belated Birthday!!
And thank you so very much for the fav. I'm glad you enjoyed my story!
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Today is a special day worthy of celebration--because you are a special person worthy of celebration, and it is your birthday.  You in all the universe are a unique product of unique experience that have shaped a unique and compelling perspective. You merit interest and attention; you merit praise.  Your presence in this shared reality makes that reality a better place.  For that, and your brave and generous sharing of the products of your experiences and creativity, I pause to note that I rejoice in you, and wish you a truly HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Happy birthday, sweetpea.  I hope you have a wonderful day, filled with happiness and joyful blessings.

Sending love,
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Happy Birthday :heart:
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I just started reading your work in Blazing Dragons Virtual Season 3. Really cool work!