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jude roy Jan 14
"Damn it, Cid, I told you to buy weed, not seeds." "But they're magic. Just planted 1 & already it's 20 feet tall." "Show me." "There." "Wow. Look at those giant buds. We're rich." "Uh, there's one problem." "What's that?" "It's growing faster than we can climb."
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Craig Dec 15
Replying to @Andrew_Adonis
A people’s vote is the only logical outcome now that the leavers has been exposed. Brexit is only isolation and economic misery not £ for NHS
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A. A. Rubin Aug 19
The bird sang, and it was a beautiful song. The goldsmith, the shoemaker, and the Miller were all captivated by the melody. Unfortunately, no one today pays attention to the lyrics. The townspeople hummed the melody for months, but no one came to help.
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A. A. Rubin Sep 2
The witch she dances slowly Under pale Hecate’s moon The ghosts are all a’wandering The vampire’s victims swoon The werewolf transform-ed howls Lonely is his cry But the strongest midnight magic Is in my love’s dark eyes
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Yaw Ayisi Dec 4
"Apologies, my princess," said the prince who was once a frog. "It wasn't my intention for you to see my like this. Could you also go home, & get me some clothes. It's really cold"
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CKTC Apr 22
Deep in the enchanted woods We made our wishes
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Chelsea Chafin Sep 3
Mikayla had never feared the dark before. Even when she closed her eyes at night, she was always comforted by what came through the open window. Tiny stars were but dimples surrounding the sky's beautiful smile. How could she be afraid with Moon there? 1/9
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Ana Muune Aug 5
HEAL COUNT SUMMER ANCIENT ISOLATED WOOD/FOREST/JUNGLE THROAT CLANDESTINE EMPRESS HELMET COPACETIC
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🐨🍃Denise Carruthers 🍃🐨 May 27
Of all the joints And smoky things I like ones With magic wings That fly within Dens of iniquity They're the fabled faeries Genies & djinns For a few rubs A lick of spit Earth moves & spirit comes. For all the elbow grease I get Three wishes For my fancy.
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🐨🍃Denise Carruthers 🍃🐨 Feb 26
Once upon a fire, the Lady Cinders flourishes. She keeps flames on her lips & her hair imprints of amber. But one day she chanced upon a mirror. It spake of wicked steps & odd mothers. It told of charcoal eyes at midnight. And Ella smoking with a hot fella.
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Shauna Jan 13
So Jack traded his cow for the beans, and scary giant, golden goose, blah-blah-blah. The real tale is the cow’s. Ol’ lady who got her taught her tricks, and opened a show: “Helga’s Dancing Cow.” She made a fortune. If only Jack had known of the cow’s talent.
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Laura Wilson Apr 15
She bound from 1 activity to the next, transporting children, cleaning house, marking days off the calendar. Aging bones tapped her brakes, so she sees her neighbor's flowers, listens to cricket song, lets sunlight warm her cheeks. Slow & steady has its perks
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Cammie Adams Feb 26
"The ball? Are you out of you mind? No. Too many people. They'll stare at me." "But I can bibbidi-bobbidi-boo the perfect dress and coach! You'll be the most beautiful maiden there." Cindy gasped. "What? You WANT them to look at me? No. I'd rather read."
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Bill Dec 9
rumpelstiltskin, greedy as he was, not seeing past inches in front of his face, feeling deep in his pockets, in his world of give me, give me more, sparkly things slyly taken, from one with heart of gold, his though, rotten to the core.
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Thomas J. Torrington May 28
The dusty old lamp called to him from the corner of the shop. He bought it and brought it home to clean it. One rub and a genie appeared. "I will grant you three wishes, but you may not wish for more wishes." He thought for a moment. "I wish for more genies..."
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Caytlyn Brooke Apr 15
The hares feet pounded the dirt as she raced through the winding trees. Her heart raced even faster as the threat of the curse followed, slow and steady. The witch chortled with laughter, her wrinkles smoothing with every step the hare took, absorbing her youth
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John Maygrove May 13
She was the "c" in scent, the "k" in knight. Silent but necessary. Losing her was profoundly devastating in a way which could not be processed. Fairy godmothers are rarely seen, but always watching. Whatever evil took her would be sorry.
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Jana Jenkins Feb 25
Cinderella mopped, but her thoughts were with the prince. Oh, how she hoped he’d come. Then she thought,”Screw this!”. She dropped the mop and ran to town. When the palace door opened, she held up the shoe and yelled, “Hey Charming, we doing this or what?”
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Debbie Cribb Owens May 13
The good news was she had a fairy godmother. So what if she was a sarcastic chainsmoker named Mildred with a brastrap-baring tank top and a questionable tattoo? She had a wand, dammit, and it worked!
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Just a girl Jul 30
She had travelled so far Through snow deep woods And over vast mountains To reach the castle That lay east of the sun And west of the moon She slept peacefully In the giant arms Of the silent bear While the north wind Tied dreams in her hair Unkwn/Jackie Morris
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