| The first story I wrote for Caz, my wonderful damsel. |


Knotty RumpelstiltskinOnce upon a time there was a damsel named Molly Miller who had long, wavy hair of flaxen blonde and amiable eyes of purest azure that invited everyone who saw them to become friends. Molly worked waiting on tables at The Lass Menagerie, where, due to her charming nature with the customers, she created a considerable amount of gold, which is a metaphorical way of saying the generous tips she earned translated into a quite satisfactory balance in the bank for the young woman. Her work outfit was that of a formal bunnygirl, which consisted of a black, strapless leotard with a white bunny tail, an unattached collar with an iKnotty Rumpelstiltskin


Caz To The RescueOn a broad plateau jutting from a lonely mountain that rose from an isolated spot in the ocean stood several hundred gleaming, metallic robots, completely inert. They would continue their silent vigil with infinite patience until they received their commands, at which point they would spring into action, flying through the sky to every corner of the globe.Caz To The Rescue
Meanwhile, inside the mountain, a meeting was taking place between the creator of these robots and an unexpected visitor.
"I congratulate you on your excellent disguise as a pizza delivery girl. It accomplished what you intended, I suppose, in


Spear Ritual"Our Goddess Arla has responded most generously to our prayers," declared Becky, smiling as she gestured at the offerings of fruits, grains, and vegetables displayed on the floor before the altar in front of her. Her bright robes and long, matching stole mirrored the colors of the crops, tints that swirled together in almost every bright shade, except blue although even blue was not wholly absent, it being the color of her lustrous hair.Spear Ritual
"She bestows her blessings upon us freely, in contrast to the older gods our ancestors worshipped who demanded "
"Zzzzzzzz zzzzzzzz zzzzzzz."  


Deb Gets The Halloween SpiritThe headline asked: Is Your Neighbor A Werewolf? Seven warning signs from our panel of experts!!!Deb Gets The Halloween Spirit
"Honestly, I don't understand how anyone can take such nonsense seriously," scoffed Debbie, young and ambitious, possessed of abundant, coppery red hair that rolled down past her shoulders. She wore a black sweater and a tan skirt, while her matching shoes rested on the carpet off to one side. She lolled in the chair behind her desk (neither paid for, as of yet) in the cramped office she had rented in a tall, dingy, downtown building.
"Although, if I did, I would have to wonder
| Mosty humorous damsel in distress stories, although I occasionally sneak something else in. |


Combating my fearsI open my eyes, I am stood in a dark metal walled corridor, the stench of evil and dried blood hits my nostrils. My only words "Not again!" I look towards the rusty door; knowing what lies ahead I set off, following the screams, my heart filled with dread at what I am going to face. My heart lurches at the screams. I speed up not sure what I am going to do to save her.Combating my fears
I force a door open, the next chamber is covered in dried blood, I step through carefully. "PAUL HELP!" I press on towards the voice, through several more rooms all the same, Metal and bloodstains. A


Quiet CompanyDenise and Roxanne were staring at each other, noting the look in each other's eyes. From the other side of the room, their two friends were looking on, wondering who would make the first move between them and silently hoping that they found a way to work together. After all, if they could not find a way to get over their mutual differences, then no-one was going to be able to do anything that day. They were too firmly tied down at their desks for them to be able to do anything.Quiet Company
The thing is, the day had started so well. Now all four were trying to free themselves from the situati
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| I like creating humorous stories about damsels in distress. Nothing mean, just stories about heroines who for some reason or another find themselves tied up and perhaps in perilous situations. No one is tortured or humiliated; there is no sex; and you can be sure that everything ends without anyone coming to any actual harm, even if I do give a story a cliff-hanger ending. |
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There is nothing that friendship cannot beat.
I am in the following clubs:
Warhammer 40k club[link]
and anti art theft group[link]
Support group[link]
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There is nothing that friendship cannot beat.
I am in the following clubs:
Warhammer 40k club[link]
and anti art theft group[link]
Support group[link]
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There is nothing that friendship cannot beat.
I am in the following clubs:
Warhammer 40k club[link]
and anti art theft group[link]
Support group[link]
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You want to know what lies deep within my heart of hearts? Look into my eyes the eyes are the window to the soul and mine are no exception to this rule.
BellaXO
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Whenever Caz is in peril I rush off to her rescue!
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You want to know what lies deep within my heart of hearts? Look into my eyes the eyes are the window to the soul and mine are no exception to this rule.
BellaXO
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