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Warning. Tash was fake and has since been banned. Melissa for Tash, my loverly Muse I wrote this little story a few days in the past in German, but only for my sick muse Tash. Good old Wragg translate her to English and I send Tash the story as Personal Message. And Tash wrote today that...

It was Christmas time in Cruxonia. And Phlebas, the Lord Chancellor of Cruxonia, was in a bit of a lather. What should he give King Gladness as a Christmas present? It was a question which required a great deal of careful thought. If one gave King Gladness a present that he didn’t like, one...

Followers of Jollyrei's brilliant 'Firebird' story will have no problem figuring out where the inspiration for this story came from! ;) Please don't use it as a reference for WW2 history, it's just a bit of a lark, really!

«What I Don't Know» What I don't know is what’s killing me the most. The nails clink on their chain as I raise myself up. Made especially for me – freshly forged, they were still warm to touch when I picked them up. Each of the spikes now slotted through a link on that chain. Slender, sharp...

Ahead, there was a large outcrop of rocks, a clump of trees clustered on one side, around it tall, lush grass. Through the shimmer of heat-haze, cat-tails swayed among a dense stand of reed, promising wet mud, perhaps even flowing water. The wind against his nostrils carried a familiar note –...

You know, the absolute best of the modern inventions is the dear old bath tub. Fill it up with steaming hot water, add bath salts, and what have you got? I’ll tell you what you've got. Heaven, that’s what. Dashed if I know who invented it but I hope the blighter got a bally great gong or a...

I wrote in my life only three stories. All in the year 2012 and in German Language. 01. The captured slave pair, 02. The Heirlom and at last 03. The Decision. 01 and 02 translated Eulalia for us. This stories can find your in the archive and the eBook libary. 03 translated Wragg in the last six...

The Clock Carrier (Der Uhrenträger) Many years ago, in the 19th and early 20th centuries, the farmers of the Black Forest area of Germany used the harsh winter months, when normal farming came to a standstill, as a time to create the most exquisite carved clocks. The clock dealers would send...

Chapter 1: Earth “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome home!” Wragg smiled at the familiar blue disc shown on the view screen with its white, wispy clouds. Earth. Home. Sitting outside the Dog and Duck with a pint of beer watching cricket on the village green. After a year in deep space, he couldn’t...

[ a little fairytale of a story which will twist its way to the kind of end such tales have. The ingredients are all in the pot, such as kings and quens and knights and frogs, good and bad but it still needs some stirring. Though no dwarves or dragons - but fire, and, of course crosses. That...

Sir Rupert Wragg entered the room just as King Arthur spat out a bit of chicken bone. “Bloody incompetent kitchen staff, are they trying to choke me?” Sir Rupert bowed. “Good morning, Your Majesty. We all have your best interests at heart. None of us wish to see you choke, Sire. I will have...

I very tentatively opened one eye, then realised that eye-opening was something of a error, so promptly closed it again. The old bean was aching fit to bust, the tongue clove to the roof of my equally dry mouth, and I never wanted to see food again. I struggled to recall why I might have sunk...

Smoke puffed from the tyres of the Taranasian 777 as it hit the tarmac of runway 28L of Soekarno Hatta international airport in Taranasia. Tash Fitzpatrick leaned over her friend Ella O’Neill to peer out through the window. The airport looked just like a thousand other airports around the...

The story I wrote on a rainy day in May 2012 Design. At that time I knew nothing of the CF. Yet I mean, the story fits well here in the forum. The love Eulalia has taken it upon himself to translate them into English. I hope you enjoy it and keep you well. Madiosi

Being a Chronicle of the Silver River The watcher stirred as a shaft of sunlight penetrated the gloom outside Heidraen’s North Gate, and lit up a lovely face framed by golden hair. His eyes narrowed as he sought to recognise the girl. Aha! She was being followed by a fat slave girl. He...

Sir Despard Wragg was feeling very smug, very happy, and more than a little shagged out. He’d gone along to the Abbey execution ground to watch Tree dispose of a bunch of ne’er-do-well women by various painful means, including crucifixion and burning at the stake. At that point he’d been in a...

My sword lay, useless, about ten feet away. I looked into the eyes of the legionary who was about to kill me. I hoped to see mercy, instead I saw a mixture of hatred, blood lust and contempt. “Bugger!” I thought, “And the battle had been going so well!” “Die, scum!” he shouted, and then his...

Agathonica (Agathonice, or Agathonika) was a Christian martyr who died in Pergamum in Asia Minor in approximately AD 170, during the persecution of Marcus Aurelius. Probably. She died with Carpus and Papylus (definitely) and all three were executed for refusing to worship the Roman gods ...

Being the eighth, and final, part of the Chronicles of the Silver River. Continuing the chronicle from 'The Perils of the Princesses' http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-perils-of-the-princesses.3761/page-4#post-119545 “Oh, Siss,….. please……. come!” repeated Barbaria, as the sun broke...

Being the seventh part of the Chronicles of the Silver River Continuing the story from 'Prince Shevak and the Dark Princess' http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/prince-shevak-and-the-dark-princess.3746/page-8#post-118202 Early the next morning Eulalia stood on the ramparts of Ystragarth and...