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Halloween 2022
“I’m scared…” The Little Monster admitted. “That child is as scared of you as you are of him.” Daddy Monster reassured his frightened son The Little Monster didn’t think that was possible and his skepticism showed on his face. Daddy Monster imparted another piece of wisdom “This is their world Little One, we just live in it. It’s always been that way, but they give us everything we need if we’re careful about it.” “They’re so weird looking… They don’t have any fur… and they smell weird too.” “That’s called soap, Little One.” Daddy Monster agreed. “And it tastes terrible…” The pair wandered around the house looking for food scraps and cast offs they could use for their home under the floorboards beneath a child’s bed. The sound of a wooden door, larger than anything Monsters could build, swinging open sent them running back to safety, only just beating out a pair of impossibly large human feet coming up the stairs. The pair didn’t emerge again until that night after they thought
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The Aliit Cyal'ko
The Mandalorian Enclave on Osmira was a small walled town unto itself contained by a much larger city around it and home to roughly three thousand individuals from various Mandalorian clans, none of whom were important to either the Mandalorian people or galactic history. There were thousands of Mandalorian clans throughout the galaxy- they didn’t all matter.
They had fought in the various conflicts that had involved their people but hadn’t set themselves apart. Despite that lack of importance on the political scale it could be argued that the most important, though not the most numerous of those insignificant, nothing clans tha
Mando'ade
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My Bex
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Warhammer 40k
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Heromachine
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Dancing With Dreams part 1
“We’re called Romany actually.”
“Then why do people call you Gypsy?” Kocsis Kálmán asked the woman sitting on his knee and playing with his long dark hair.
He noticed that hers smelled of flowers and was quite a welcome relief from the stink of unwashed fighting men and horses.
“No one really knows where we’re from- some people think we came from Egypt. So the name stuck. As for my family- they came here from Russia before I was born.” She explained between strokes, smiling as the arm around her lower back drew her in just a little bit closer.
There was something about the man th
Folder of Unfinished Tales
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Scraps
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