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Troll Jammies: Bedtime Stories for Weird Kids: Zedula's Acolyte

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Friday, September 9, 2011. Bedtime Stories for Weird Kids: Zedula's Acolyte. One day the prophet of the goddess Krabbit brewed a pot of what we shall call tea. He—his name was Zedula—did this every day and so it’s only barely worth mentioning. However, just after brewing the pot, someone knocked on his door so hard that the pot tipped over and spilled all over the floor. Zedula said words which were, fortunately, forgotten. 8220;Go away. No new messages from Krabbit today,” he shouted. 8220;Can I come in?

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The Final | Phenopath's Story Archive

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Phenopath's Story Archive. Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. Soccer City shook to the deafening blast of 100,000 vuvuzelas celebrating the most unexpected of finals. Grey-suited dignitaries mumbled grandiose rhetoric about sport’s unique power for reconciliation. The teams stood for the anthems of the Republic of Korea and the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea. Minutes later Taepodong soared into the upper atmosphere. Next Post ».

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Sniff | Phenopath's Story Archive

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Phenopath's Story Archive. Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. I glare at the balding little man with a red nose sitting opposite. It is bad enough to be stuck in a stationary train without having to listen to this incessant sniffing. I’ve had enough. 8220;Excuse me,” I say. “I had to listen to your wretched sniffing for the last hour. Can’t you just blow your nose? You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Follow &ldq...

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The Gangster and the Toyota | Phenopath's Story Archive

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Phenopath's Story Archive. Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. The Gangster and the Toyota. When Mrs Edith Bobkin took her car to the garage she was as surprised as anyone when the brutalised corpse of crime lord Derrick ‘Knuckles’ Pearce was found in the boot. The police were called, and everybody sat down with a nice cup of tea to get over the shock. The Masked Avenger turned to the burly mechanic sat beside her. From your own site. Creat...

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The Pink Pussycat | Phenopath's Story Archive

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Phenopath's Story Archive. Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. It was midnight in the Pink Pussycat and place was jumping. DJ Gustav was mashing-up eccentric beats with soulful grooves. Homeboys lounged at the bar whilst hipster chicks cut-up the dance floor. It was then that Big Eric took the floor and began to jive. Man, you never saw a fat man move like that. Funkasaurus was in the house. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site.

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Dragonfly | Phenopath's Story Archive

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Phenopath's Story Archive. Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. Bobby ran down the hillside almost tripping in the long grass. With a whoop he hurled his flying machine into the air. The little clockwork dragonfly took flight, erratically at first. Buffeted by the wind it dropped before righting itself and darting upwards; its wings an iridescent blur of blue and gold in the sunlight. Even though he was almost ten, Bobby began to cry. Blog a...

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Phenopath's Story Archive | Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. | Page 2

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Phenopath's Story Archive. Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. June 23, 2010. Would you do something for me? Picture in your mind the last time that you saw your family. Was it dropping the kids off at school, or perhaps saying goodbye to your girlfriend as she left for work? Now think carefully. In the background do you see a tall thin man wearing a black hat; maybe standing in the street or staring through the window? June 12, 2010. The l...

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Vacation on Praxis | Phenopath's Story Archive

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Phenopath's Story Archive. Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. I confess that when I awoke from my vacation for one blissful moment I forgot who and where I was. Sadly, the view of the grey bulkhead a handsbreadth from my nose reminded me of my occupation, my whereabouts and, most depressingly, my companions. I have spent the last four years holed up in this dismal little mining station on Praxis (a dismal little moonlet in an erratic orbit...

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The Nasty Man | Phenopath's Story Archive

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Phenopath's Story Archive. Whatever lurks at the bottom of the turbid fishpond is not a fish. The Koi Carp are all gone, eaten. Would you do something for me? Picture in your mind the last time that you saw your family. Was it dropping the kids off at school, or perhaps saying goodbye to your girlfriend as she left for work? Now think carefully. In the background do you see a tall thin man wearing a black hat; maybe standing in the street or staring through the window? Feed You can leave a response.

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Troll Jammies: April 2011

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Thursday, April 28, 2011. Bedtime Stories for Weird Kids: Grits Melancholy. 8220;The croissant maker is down again, ma’am,” the lady behind the register said. 8220;Damn it all to hell,” Elinor said. “I know it’s not your fault. I’ll have a cappuccino and grits melancholy instead.” Elinor stood straight and composed. 8220;Yep. Third time this week.”. 8220;Might be time to put this one out to pasture.”. 8220;Oh, it’s still got some life left in it.”. It started “now,” she remembered that part. Three days i...