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valarltd1) What do you think makes a great Christmas Contest?
2) what kind of prizes do you like? E-books? Paperback? Grab-bag? Crochet work?
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Also:
http://www.circledarkpublishing.net/TwiThorns.html
Twilight and Thorns. $5.95
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From "S is for Succubus"
I walked down three blocks and over two, ducked into an ally and knocked on a painted-over basement window.
“Yo, Mag. It's D.J. I got sugar.”
A tiny pink hand, the size of a Ken doll's poked out of the window. “Sugar first, Admire. You still owe us from last time,” Mag squeaked.
I dropped a single pixie stix into the outstretched hand. “More when you talk to me, Magnolia.” He hated the use of his full name. “Plenty more. I need to hire the Spyders.”
“Door's open, D.J.” Mag sounded mellower now. Wasn't even giving me a hard time about calling him by name. Pixies sure did love their sugar
I went down the ramp and crouched when I opened the door. I duck-walked under the four-foot high ceiling down into the hideout. If you were a foot tall, the room soared vast and spacious. I was just glad I wasn't claustrophobic.
I sat on the floor and the Spyders surrounded me, their doll-sized bodies supported by butterfly wings that most of them had dyed black. Some of the males dyed them brown and put a black fiddle-shaped mark on the lower wings. The females favored red hourglasses. I knew those marks meant they'd made a kill. It might be a mouse, or it might be a human. I was always polite and kept my word to the Spyders.
Mag fluttered over and stood on my knee so he could talk to me face to face. His dye job had started scaling off, showing his real swallow-tail colors. He yanked up the collar of his black leather jacket like a tiny hoodlum, a move that would have looked extremely silly if he weren't a dead ringer for foot-tall James Dean.
“Word is, D.J., finding that last floater drove you into the bottle.” He fanned his wings in my face. “Sure smells like it.”
“I had two. Now, we gonna talk addictions? Because you know, Sugar Anonymous meets down at First Congo every Saturday. Pixies are welcome.”
2) what kind of prizes do you like? E-books? Paperback? Grab-bag? Crochet work?
***
Also:
http://www.circledarkpublishing.net/TwiThorns.html
Twilight and Thorns. $5.95
***
From "S is for Succubus"
I walked down three blocks and over two, ducked into an ally and knocked on a painted-over basement window.
“Yo, Mag. It's D.J. I got sugar.”
A tiny pink hand, the size of a Ken doll's poked out of the window. “Sugar first, Admire. You still owe us from last time,” Mag squeaked.
I dropped a single pixie stix into the outstretched hand. “More when you talk to me, Magnolia.” He hated the use of his full name. “Plenty more. I need to hire the Spyders.”
“Door's open, D.J.” Mag sounded mellower now. Wasn't even giving me a hard time about calling him by name. Pixies sure did love their sugar
I went down the ramp and crouched when I opened the door. I duck-walked under the four-foot high ceiling down into the hideout. If you were a foot tall, the room soared vast and spacious. I was just glad I wasn't claustrophobic.
I sat on the floor and the Spyders surrounded me, their doll-sized bodies supported by butterfly wings that most of them had dyed black. Some of the males dyed them brown and put a black fiddle-shaped mark on the lower wings. The females favored red hourglasses. I knew those marks meant they'd made a kill. It might be a mouse, or it might be a human. I was always polite and kept my word to the Spyders.
Mag fluttered over and stood on my knee so he could talk to me face to face. His dye job had started scaling off, showing his real swallow-tail colors. He yanked up the collar of his black leather jacket like a tiny hoodlum, a move that would have looked extremely silly if he weren't a dead ringer for foot-tall James Dean.
“Word is, D.J., finding that last floater drove you into the bottle.” He fanned his wings in my face. “Sure smells like it.”
“I had two. Now, we gonna talk addictions? Because you know, Sugar Anonymous meets down at First Congo every Saturday. Pixies are welcome.”
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