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Crow offended

One cold and windy night the crow shouted at the trees.

“Why are you all dressed up in those pretty red and yellow colors? Who are you trying to impress with those small and revealing leaves?”

And the trees shivered and whispered back with suppressed expectations.

“Winter is coming.”

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Is there such a thing as too polite?

Is there such a thing as too polite?

When Sandra entered her room after taking a shower, she discovered two things. For one, she wasn’t alone in her room and secondly, she had left her dirty panties on the floor. On the tip of her bed, touching as little of it as possible, sad a man in a beige suit that was slightly too big. Sandra screamed and clutched the towel closer around her.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry to disturb you like that!” the man said as he sprung to his feet. “Auch. Please stop throwing belongs at me.”

“GET OUT OF MY HOME!” She screamed, throwing a scented candle at him.

“Again, terrible sorry, but – auch- that is simply not possible.”

“I’m gonna call the police, you psycho!”

“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good. See, I can’t leave the house without your soul.”

Sandra stopped with her phone in her hand and looked at the shy man.

“What?”

He drew the tip of his shoes around the carpet and kept his gaze low.

“I am, you could say, a ahem, a reaper of souls. So to speak. I’m sorry if this is an inconvenient time for you. I will turn around so you can get dressed.”

“You will do no such thing, you perverted intruder. Look at me when I’m talking to you!” The man made a small jump in his big suit and looked at her as if it took tremendous courage to do so.

“You are not taking my soul, do you hear me? It’s mine and I’m using it. So get out of here. Right now.”

He ran his fingers nervously through his dark blond hair before answering.

“Well, that’s not… That’s not how it works. Your… Your time is up. One might say. And it is erh my job to- to collect your soul.”

Sandra opened her drawer and picked some clean underwear.

“No.”

“Excuse me? No what?”

“Just no. I’m not going. Neither is my soul.” She dropped the towel and the soul collector in the beige suit stumbled into the bed and fell on his face.

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Dirty and armed to the teeth

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
First: A hobbit in trouble


It was far past noon and Mentha had been walking all morning. She didn’t even pause for a lunch break but kept walking while eating. Now her legs began to feel heavy and she wiped her forehead and took another sip of water.

Mentha was determined to see the elf again. The fact that she didn’t even knew his name was painful, a reminder that maybe she wasn’t so close to him as she wanted to be. He was ever present in her mind and thoughts. Everything reminded her of him, the sky was the colour of his eyes, a fern would look like one she had been staring at while afraid to look into his eyes. It was stupid and too sugar-sweet, and she couldn’t help it. She was exactly as awful as the silly girls back home, she used to roll her eyes when they talked about crushes and now she was just as bad. Maybe even worse.

Thinking about him all the time, made her feel connected to him, and it felt weird to consider, that maybe he had forgotten all about her. Or maybe he entertained the other beautiful elves with the story of how he had to save a plump and foolish hobbit from something as mundane as humans. And the tall blond elves would all laugh. And one of them, exceptionally stunning, would lean in and- No! There was no point driving herself crazy like that.

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Between the stars

The young girl looked at the depth between the stars and shivered in her mortality.
The robot across the table looked at the small human and tried to load her emotions.
“You are not alone,” it said.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
The robot turned its metallic head and looked at the shining stars.
“Don’t worry. We’ll find her,” the robot said.


This is a sort of sequel to At the end of the universe

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Tell me everything!

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
First: A hobbit in trouble

“Mentha ‘Lost-foot’ Greenhill! Where have you been?”

Her mother’s voice cut through the house, as Mentha tried to silently close the front door, who betrayed her with a loud creak. Three of her nephews came running and flooded her with questions.

“Why are you coming home so late, aunt Mentha?”

“Have you got a boyfriend?

“Do you know it’s dark outside?”

Mentha managed to scoot her way between them, patting a curled head here, tickling a chin there.

“Your aunt Mentha knows exactly how late it is. And that means bedtime for all of you, nosy scoundrels! Off with ya.”

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I’ve never met someone like you

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
First: A hobbit in trouble

A tree trunk in a forest in sunlight.

Mentha pushed herself through another bush and tried to keep up with the swift elf. She was used to go through the forest off road, but this. This was something else. Panting she stumbled forward wondering where they were headed. She had completely lost her sense of direction and as she looked up to locate the sun, her foot was caught by a nasty root and she fell hard to the ground. Again. She was like a noisy and clumsy boar next to that elf.

“Wait!” she called from the ground as she pulled her foot lose and got up.

With a few light steps he came back to her.

“You have to slow down,” she said and felt awfully embarrassed. “I can’t… I can’t follow that speed. Short legs you know.” She stretched her leg at him, and he stared at it like he had never seen a leg before.

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I think I’m lost

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
First: A hobbit in trouble


The sun came through the branches and made his blond hair glow like gold. Suddenly, Mentha was embarrassingly aware of her crude, dark hair that went in all directions.

“I don’t think I’ve broken anything,” she said and regretted it as soon as the words had left her lips. Why did she sound so stupid?

The elf still had a worried look on his face as she examinated her carefully.

“I’m glad I got here in time.”

“Me too!” Oh dear, why did she have to sound so desperate?

“You are far from home, hobbit,” he said and sounded curious. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hobbit in this part of the forest before.”

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A hobbit in trouble

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.

Golden sunlight in a birch forest.

As far as hobbits goes, Mentha had always been peculiar. It seemed like she was always missing and nor fences, duties or excellent company could keep her at one place for more than a minute. She was drawn to new places, her heart sighing for adventures and her feet itching to go.

“Who would be surprised? It runs in the family,” the neighbours would say to one another over the hedges. “One day she’ll get herself in trouble, that silly girl.”

And that is exactly what happened.

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Chapter 9: Not a big dreamer

Mike Williams series: A courtroom drama in space

Mike Williams did not wish for much. Most people dreamed of being millionaires, big celebrity stars or famous artists but Mike never had,he simply could not see the point of it. He thought it must be absolutely awful to be a celebrity and not having a private life at all. Or at least, having to struggle to have one. No, Mike liked being able to enjoy his front garden without being attacked by paparazzi or to go to the garden centre without being tackled by crazy stalkers.

 It wasn’t that Mike didn’t have dreams. He dreamed of owninga lawn tractor. And when he dreamed big, he dreamed of owning a big lawn tractor.

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Glitter at night

Felix would never forget the first time he put on the glitter and accessories, he felt invincible. Since that first night, he had sneaked out more times than he could count, always terrified that the others would discover him. It wasn’t just a dress up, it was a new identity, a bulletproof amour. When he entered that bar, he entered a new world.
One night he was almost caught by one of the other horses in the stable but he managed to get away with his sparkles and horn.