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  • The Unclean Slate

    Once upon a time a mass of dark memories clung on to the small frame of a girl as she struggled to climb out of the deep hole that she had dug herself.

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    • 4 days ago
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  • The Question in the Bottle

    Once upon a time a woman eating alone at a restaurant saw a man leave something behind, she was about to call out, when curiosity caused her to hesitate.

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    • 1 week ago
    • 2 notes
  • The Scent of Death

    Once upon a time a young man found a vial of perfume in his grandmother’s attic and wanting to feel pretty for a change dabbed the perfume behind his ears.

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    • 2 weeks ago
    • 2 notes
  • The Vanity of Death

    Once upon a time a woman was so heartbroken that her soul shattered into a hundred pieces causing her to die as she sat in front of the mirror.

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    • 3 weeks ago
    • 9 notes
  • The Boiling Masses.

    Once upon a time a princess whose hair was like honey, whose skin was like cream and whose lips were like cherries was chosen to be eaten first by the cannibals.

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    • 1 month ago
    • 15 notes
  • More than Once Upon a Time

    Once upon at time someone wrote as many “once upon a time” stories as they could, but they never finished, because it got late and there wasn’t enough caffeine.

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    • 1 month ago
    • 30 notes
  • Best of Luck Mr. Gorsky

    Once upon a time an old man, who always sat with his friend nursing his pint on the bench outside the pub, waved to his long time companion and said “Best of luck Mr. Gorsky.”

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    • 1 month ago
    • 7 notes
  • The Jeweled Bird (Neutral)

    Once upon a time a drunken stupor of a man lived with his daughter who was more sober than he ever wished to be.

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    • 1 month ago
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  • The Jeweled Bird (Good)

    Once upon a time a woodsman lived in a small house in the midst of a remote village with his young daughter Esme. The woodsman had once been strong and proud, but the same illness which took Esme’s mother, also took his strength and left him with a rasping cough whenever he exerted himself. Esme being a kind and thoughtful daughter did whatever she could to help him without wounding his pride.

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    • 2 months ago
    • 5 notes
  • The Brimstone Snail

    Once upon a time a snail found himself boiling in a sea of lava at the very center of things, in the very depths of the lowest of lows.

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    • 2 months ago
    • 10 notes
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