Sleeping Beauty has had one busy ass day hacking her way thru the brush. Bits of burrs and thorns have gotten thru the outer wear n into the longjohns, poking and interfering with the bedding down process. Dang. When ur only means of bathing is a bowl on a wood stove, n doin laundry involves time travel, u tend to make ur wearin last. Wasn't nearly ready to give up on these johns yet! GRRRR...
-SB
So, Sleeping Beauty, finally snuggling into her cushy bed (cushy being relative) hears some skittering noises, turns on her flashlite n looks over at the woodpile the Ogre said to bring in ('nother story, that). And what do you think she sees? Itty bitty little creeeepy crawlies exiting the woodpile. Now you KNOW this ain't no ordinary Somniac Chick. She's gonna get her ass outta bed n take care of business, yah?! So you c, the moral of the story is...
In a small corner of Sanctuary are worlds and times that exist, out of sync or in, all being tiny glimpses of a greater tapestry. One such place, the land of the Fae, has a castle, of sorts, that is totally surrounded by a brambled wood. So we begin, in the Worlds of Sanctuary, with the Faelan Stories. And what better, when being introduced to the weird and wonderful, than starting with something slightly familiar. Here we have the sometimes Sleeping Beauty. Ps: It's a story so oldest posts 1st.
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