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“"Zurshney." : A Greenbo Jenkins Esq Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

"Well, this is a phenomenal waste of my baszāging time!"Jardun Jarric kicked the odd-shaped box across the floor and angrily surveyed the deserted captain's quarters."A bounty you promised me! C'mon Jard, you said! No ones even seen it yet, you said! Bound to be full of riches, you said! It's a Yungan Merchant vessel, wrecked on the old Skellig... Ya Bollix!Michå took a step back, but wisely kept his sweaty palm on the hilt of his sword. Sure, him an...

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“"Tamahagane Steel." : A Lazarus Graim Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #94

TW: slurs My finger rose sharply. The immaculate cuticle at the end of my accusatory digit, shimmered like polished Tamahagane steel. My sudden unconscious action, weighed heavy in the air, like an intentionally drawn Katana blade. There was no time to breath. In fact all oxygen seemed to have disappeared; like fearful onlookers, fleeing a deadly Ronin showdown.    My finger held its position. It did not waver or tremble; it held steady and thus I held the room in awe. I looked down the sight of my arm an...

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“"The Unspeakable Consequence Of Thoughtless Chatter" : An LMP Green Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #70

Sam entered his cubicle. He stretched and took a sip of his fresh coffee. The graveyard shift; his personal favourite. Sam was always excited by the prospect of meeting the challenge of whatever will happen in the dead of the night. The fact that the city was always unpredictable, made his blood pressure rise up a notch. He flopped down happily into his comfy chair. His present vocation was the opposite of his last job; nonetheless they were intricately connected. Back then, his thoughts when entering those overcrowded unhappy offices was...

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“"A Muse’s Tale." : A Greenbo Jenkins Esq Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #68

Reacting instinctively to the warmth of the sun, her wings unfurl languidly. His body shivered with the dawn cold. He stretched his massive frame blocking her view of the horizon. He shook his shaggy mane; dew droplets flew in all directions. She raised a wing to keep herself from getting wet and reached out towards him. He snorted, gazed happily over at her; then silently slipped his paw comfortably into her hand. She grinned back, both turned, sighed deeply and absorbed the rays of the rising sun.Their existence is pre...

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“"Conductors, Smugglers, Curses and Tales." : A Lazarus Graim Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #64

They all nodded in agreement. This aging group of gnarled, weather-beaten faces, their woolen jumpers smelling of salt, fish-oil and pipe smoke, all responded in unison. The old master's mansion up on the coast road was as haunted as any structure in the whole of Christendom. Jacob the most senior amongst them, growled at Jebediah."You'd best to cross yourself if ever within its shadow." They all approved again taking generous drinks from their tankards, full of bitter tasting, badly brewed ale. Th...

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“"A Day Like No Other." : A Greenbo Jenkins Esq Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #63

Her heartbeat went up a notch. She took her first tentative yet defiant steps. Together they marched across the perfect meadow, heading towards the fenced off orchard. The power of her excitement bowled over her trepidation and revived her undaunted spirit. Words started pouring out."So this fruit garden you're taking me to, why aren't we allowed to go there? Is it something we should be worried about? Your sure he won't mind? You know it's funny, but I feel fine about this, even though it isn't exactly permitted... Tell...

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“"The Mysterious Incident Of Forgetting The Stubbing Of One’s Toe." : A Greenbo Jenkins Esq.Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #62

“Ouch…ow…ow…OW…Buggeration! Salvation and frigid EPILATION! How can this be? RAABSZOLGAAAA!” Prince Wujatta bellowed, while stumbling and hopping angrily on one foot. In shambled the Prince’s faithful servant. Hunch backed, bow legged, a hook for a right hand, a grubby eyepatch, ancient and balding. Loyal Rabszolga rasped sycophantically: “My Light, what’ver is the matter?”“My toe you old noggin, my wonderful toe. Smashed by this murderous table leg!”“Oh my glorious prince, durn’t you fret! your faith...

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“"Ya Snooze, Ya Loose." : An LMP Green Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #61

Billy stopped dead in his tracks, his hand reaching out instinctively for her. They were walking around the small city garden of Diana’s new home. They’d gone outside to share a sneaky joint. They’d been friends since the 90’s, since high-school. Sure they’d lost touch, sometimes for years at a time but thanks to social media they managed to stay in contact. On the rare occasions where their paths actually crossed they always fell naturally into an easy groove of friendship. So here they were reminiscing at her house warming. ...

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“"The Body Cannot Defy The Mind." : A Lazarus Graim Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #60

i.  “Urghh! Move, Mutie" Regina‘s face contorted. “Get out of my way! You disgust me!” She was pleased with her acting even though she was cut to her core upon hearing her husband’s venom spitting from her lips and take aim at this wonderful being. She had been very young when her husband had decimated the village, killing her parents and family. A commanding voice in her mind reminded her :  “Contin...

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“"Fierce Chewing, Suspicion Brewing." : An LMP Green Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #59

Once upon a time when mobile’s weren’t an accessory and network coverage was less than reliable… The land line rang for a third time. He answered despondently. “Garda Murphy, Sneem Station” “Ah so you are there Sean. Whats taking you so long? Third time I’ve bee….” He cut her off mid flow. He knew the kind of haranguing that was coming. “Now Mary, we’re run ragged, what with al...

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“"Powerful Is, As Powerless Does." : A Lazarus Graim Tale” by GREENDOODLISM .

Submitted to Contest #58

Not too long ago, a brilliant, beloved immigrant of ours, who fled his home because of hate and anti-Semitism, decided to teach us about time. He confirmed what our guts already knew: when we’re happy it’s uncontrollably fast, when we suffer it’s interminably slow. Ultimately, we are powerless to its progression. I’ve always shrugged my shoulders about this. Time for me is a nonevent. I’ve stood above everything yet still touched lives, inspired hearts and reveled in the progress…. but just between you and me after this past term…. I fina...

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