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Aldous hated the holiday season. To this day, his daughter called him 'Scrooge', although she did understand his sentiments. It wasn't as if he did not like to celebrate, but in this day and age, things had grown so commercial, so out of proportion, it was incredible. When he was a young wizard's apprentice so many years ago, things had been so much simpler. There wasn't so much the holiday parties and the crazy-gift-giving like today. Even now, his wife was out, rushing through the crowds to get last-minute gifts for everyone from the garbage man to the neighbors five blocks away.
And, for the eightieth time or so, they had had their annual holiday fight, in which she begged him to join her in her gift-search. And every year he had declined. This year the fight had been especially virulent, culminating in his threatening th
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(Woman into mermaid)
(Warning : short storie in french)
Ce soir encore, le stade où se produisait Syrielle, célèbre chanteuse, était noir de monde. Tapie dans les coulisses, la jeune star attendait patiemment le signal de son manager pour débarquer sur la scène.
Une certaine nervosité rongeait la vedette. Pour se rassurer, elle ne cessait de jouer avec l'une de ces boucles brunes. Elle savait ce qui lui arriverait dans les prochaines heures qui suivraient son spectacle. Davy Jones, son nouveau maître, la rappellerait à lui. Cela faisait partie du marché.
Sans ce seigneur marin, jamais Syrielle ne serait devenue la grande artiste de renommée mondiale qu'elle était aujourd'hui.
La jolie brune avait rencontré le mystérieux Davy Jones quelques années plus tôt, par hasard, alors qu'elle était encore étudiante en biologie marine. Elle s'en souvenait très bien. Il lui é
Fog (Chimecho TF)“Alexander! Where are you!?” Kiera shouted. A thick layer of fog had enveloped the town, leaving the children playing outside lost and confused about where to go. She had no choice but to search for her child, Alex, who had walked to the park with his friends. She took one of her brightest flashlights and left her porch to walk into the foggy streets.Fog (Chimecho TF) by person10284
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The flashlight barely penetrated the thick fog. Kiera constantly got the same feeling- the feeling of being watched. Though, whenever she turned around, no one was there. One of those times, when she was turned around, she walked into something. In mild shock, she spun around, only to see a sign.
”Lost children? Ring for assistance.” had been inscribed into the wood. Below, there was a small yellow bell hanging off a bit of string. Kiera dropped down on her knees to get a better look at the sign. When she stood back up, her hand hit the bell, and it let out a ring! louder than any bell. She quickly tu