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Long Live the King

Fantasy
AlastairI
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The wind blew gently against his face, against his stubbled jaw and grimace caused wrinkles. A small droplet of sweat trickling down his cheek is cooled by the wind and causes him to open his eyes and focus. The grass looked garishly green in the bright sunlight, his eyes initially having trouble focusing on the individual blades, regained this ability and locked on to them. His muscles felt abuse...

The Dog and the Jumper

Children
AlastairI
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He was the stealthiest, fastest and greatest at getting the steaks. Straight in the butchers, round the counter, a swift grab then back outside. Everyone loved him. He did it so expertly and waited until the butchers were busy, or weren't looking, this way they never knew he'd even been there. Except one thing. He was a hairy dog, wherever he went his hair left telltale messages to those with a ke...