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Away in the hilltops among the dear frogs,
lies a golden girl,
all cast in fog.
She sighs as she slumbers,
not knowing the time,
nor hearing t..
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A Chapter by Archia
It was a terribly
odd sight, much like one would you've expect to see in a circus, or in a dream,
except it was neither of those. It was the local h..
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A Chapter by Archia
They
were magic shoes the woman at the store told you, cast with a spell to make
your feet carry you on adventures. In reality they were the ugly sh..
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A Chapter by Archia
The cat didn't realise
it was lost, nor did it realise it was perching precariously on the edge of a
cliff. If it had, it might have panicked, but a..
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A Chapter by Archia
The wizard may or
may not have been in a bad mood today. It was so hard to tell until the door
was opened and, whether there was the crashing of tab..
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A Chapter by Archia
All that remains at
the bottom of the box is an envelope. She pulls it out and flips it over to see
the seal unbroken. For a moment she pauses, it s..
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A Chapter by Archia
The alligator handbag
wasn’t just expensive, it was also terribly ugly. Why anyone would want a handbag
that looked like an alligator’s ..
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A Chapter by Archia
Sometimes a
story flows, and dialogue drives and actions move, but sometimes a story cannot
stand by itself and needs someone to push things. This i..
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She never believed in black cats or salt over the shoulder. She wasn't even sure if you threw salt over your shoulder to ward off bad luck, or if you ..
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