• Ink and Iron

    This is a right bloody nightmare, thought The Knight as he slashed through the throat of the man charging him. He’d travelled for days to submit his manuscript to the castle’s essay competition, so it was just his luck to turn up right as all these godforsaken siege-artists were in the way. They really ought…

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  • Imagine a fancy frog

    Sir, these are not the worms I ordered. Mine were supposed to be longer. Please tell the chef he has ruined my day; I big you adieu.

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  • Bench Rendezvous

    Jason was really starting to regret not sitting a little bit to the left on this bench. Ever since he’d sat down, he’d felt a cold metal bolt digging itself into his backside. Unfortunately, though, this was the only spot on the damn thing where he had a full view of the hill. He wanted…

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