Tale Weaver
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I was a homeless, pregnant calico cat living in an upscale residential neighborhood in Mobile, Alabama. I’d had humans at one time, but they moved away and left me behind. After new people moved into our house, I realized my people weren’t coming back. I wondered for a long time what I’d done to make
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Today is Tale Weaver at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. Our task is to describe a Fairy Land. The fog in the forest was sad shade of opaque gray. It seemed to try to lift, but its own density was too much. The thick fog made it difficult to breathe, as if a damp towel had been flung
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Today at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie is Tale Weaver, for which we are to write about a phobia — real or imagined. ** “I just love Italian food!” Shelley feigned enthusiasm as she wound and unwound her long black hair around her fingers. “This menu is amazing…” “Get whatever you want,” Eddie shrugged. “Looks like you could use
Ergo, the Ogre 