She #scribbles a #poem in the margins of the magician’s #private diary, to #quiet her unease, but her #eyes widen as she realizes she’s written a #riddle instead. Clever old Tobias! He’s given her the answer even in death, if she has the #courage to solve it.
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When the #detective knocked, Po squeezed into a vent to hide. “Something fell from the #sky! Did it come in here?” Sam shook his head. Their inter-#species #friendship would be tested. Was a #schism inevitable? Perhaps, but not today.
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“What are you watching?” “It’s my soap opera, #Passion of the #Pachyderms. Stella is about to #leave Steve after a #quarrel over the best tree bark, but she doesn’t know he’s actually been replaced by a Steve from another #dimension.”
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The villagers gathered at the #blue #obelisk to hear the priest. “The gods send a message to build a temple near the water!” “I think you just want a beach house,” muttered Stan. “Banish the #heretic #forever!” they cried in #unity.
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Eleven #writers gathered on a dark and stormy #night to collaborate. The biographer tossed another #split log onto the fire. “Enough stalling,” she said. “It’s time we wrote the #truth.” “My truth or yours?” asked the poet #timidly. 366FF #vss365 #flexvss #whistpr #bravewrite
“Close the #gate!” I #yell as he runs for the front steps. “Don’t look behind you!” His eyes are wide and his breath ragged as he darts past me through the door. I slam it shut, throw the bolt, and brace my #shoulder against it, waiting for impact.
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I heard a crash, but the storeroom was empty #except for a pile of mannequin parts on the floor. One of the hands began to #creep toward me of its own #volition. I’d always laughed at disembodied hands in horror films–I’d never have the chance again.
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