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“Martin seed me,” The toddler mumbled. “Tommy, it’s “saw”. Can you say that?” The mother said chidingly. “What happened?” “I ain’t gonna tell you.” Tommy pouted. “It’s “isn’t” and why don’t you go show me, OK honey?” The pudgy youngling led his mother down the hall by the hand. Squeaking open the do...
- Tue Sep 28, 2010 4:52 am
- Forum: Twit-Fic!
- Topic: Post your Twitfic Twabbles Here! (General Content)
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Taking the test in History, we tried desperately to pay attention and ignore the muffled screams coming from upstairs.
- Wed Sep 22, 2010 2:03 am
- Forum: Story Discussion - Main and Drabbleclassics
- Topic: Drabblecast 179 - The Red Bride
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I was a little confused the first time around, but the second, I really liked the voice, and the way that we all felt as though we were Twigling. And I agree with Talia- it would be really cool to hear that story.
He came up behind her, quiet as the wind, amidst the dark shadows from the canopy that cut out almost any light from the already overcast sky. He was close enough to her that she could hear him when he whispered. She knew what he was. “Vampire.” She knew too much. “And you know what you are?” He inq...
Sorry guys, you're way off the mark. My actual inspiration for the piece is far more sinister: http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/12_03/doddDM2312_228x280.jpg (Although I realise anyone outside of the UK may not recognise the chap above, he is the inimitable Ken Dodd and those feather dusters are ...
They say that a lot of people have dreams about flying. They take to the air like birds, soaring above the clouds, feathery wings flapping in the wind. Not many people have dreams about flying as a bat. But I do. My leathery wings pull me into the sky, beautifully dark and nocturnal. In my dreams, I...