Friday, 24 January 2014

And he stepped out into the world.

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The third son now went travelling to make his fortune. Tom being more street wise was kind to old hags, trapped dragons and trees. At the castle of the dark Lord, the killer of worlds, he called on them for help. 

He won?

 Get real, he died drowned in blood, life ain't a fairy tale.
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6 comments:

  1. hedgewitch24 January 2014 at 17:30

    Wry laughs at the end--whimsical but certainly not flimsical. And sadly, even more substantial things than dragons often desert us.

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    1. John (@bookdreamer)24 January 2014 at 17:37

      Oh if all dark towers fall on the call of those worthy of life

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  2. G-Man24 January 2014 at 20:27

    I'm nice to old hags.
    But I ain't talkin to any Dark Lords
    Loved you Non-Fairy Tale 55
    Thanks for playing, Thanks for your Dark Support...:P
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  3. Other Mary25 January 2014 at 02:59

    He didn't leave a ring in his will, did he?

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