Writer's Block: The Expendable Sense(s)
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wytchcroft[Error: unknown template qotd] Snow the artist formerly known as White but (it having been a few years) more commonly now tagged as Off-White or occasionally Cream (a, uh, screen name if you er... anyway - koff!).
Snow sometime White was creating quite a stir down at the Kick and Bucket, rarely venturing out in public she was something of a recluse content to sit back and scowl at her legend.
The denizens of the public house (Route 24, south down Bellavere onto Route 44 and back up to Main and off the path, yes off the path) crowded around with eager blank faces trying not to give the game away... muttering the sorts of "Got any dwarves with ya darlin?" repartee Snow was used to...
especially since Princey's charming habit got him a 12 year sentence at Betty Ford (and I mean sentEnce, it's a complicated story...) and the consequent need for money and erm, a screen name.
"Why actually yes!" Snow chirruped - causing the oldest in the bar to remember that innocent voice wistfully wishy washing by a wishing well or some such.
"Here be my beloved Swarves." She pulled the reluctant swarves from under her skirts. "Hey - it's raining out, ok buddy!"
And there they were, eager Swarves all, burbling and grinning;
Dumbass, Slinky, Blinky, Dinky and Beelzebub.
Alas and only five since Sleazy and Cheeky went funny and took off together among rumours of fashion design careers and - well, let's just not ok?
But Snow loved the remaining as best she could. "I call them my five senses," she would lie brazenly to tourists.
Casting Directory Pub extra Number 14 smirked at the Swarves. "Right then which of you lucky smuffs is for the Off then?"
"What?" Some slight Swarf confusion.
"C'mon lads - The Wicked Queen is back - and this times it's in the personals. She wants a Swarf and that's just how it's got to be."
"Eep!"
"So - again, which one?"
Snow blinked.
"Hell, take the fucking lot! I'm tired of walking around on my knees."
Snow sometime White was creating quite a stir down at the Kick and Bucket, rarely venturing out in public she was something of a recluse content to sit back and scowl at her legend.
The denizens of the public house (Route 24, south down Bellavere onto Route 44 and back up to Main and off the path, yes off the path) crowded around with eager blank faces trying not to give the game away... muttering the sorts of "Got any dwarves with ya darlin?" repartee Snow was used to...
especially since Princey's charming habit got him a 12 year sentence at Betty Ford (and I mean sentEnce, it's a complicated story...) and the consequent need for money and erm, a screen name.
"Why actually yes!" Snow chirruped - causing the oldest in the bar to remember that innocent voice wistfully wishy washing by a wishing well or some such.
"Here be my beloved Swarves." She pulled the reluctant swarves from under her skirts. "Hey - it's raining out, ok buddy!"
And there they were, eager Swarves all, burbling and grinning;
Dumbass, Slinky, Blinky, Dinky and Beelzebub.
Alas and only five since Sleazy and Cheeky went funny and took off together among rumours of fashion design careers and - well, let's just not ok?
But Snow loved the remaining as best she could. "I call them my five senses," she would lie brazenly to tourists.
Casting Directory Pub extra Number 14 smirked at the Swarves. "Right then which of you lucky smuffs is for the Off then?"
"What?" Some slight Swarf confusion.
"C'mon lads - The Wicked Queen is back - and this times it's in the personals. She wants a Swarf and that's just how it's got to be."
"Eep!"
"So - again, which one?"
Snow blinked.
"Hell, take the fucking lot! I'm tired of walking around on my knees."
