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It was grotesque. It was beautiful. Even from this high up, the twisted mess is awfully beguiling. Dimming the flame, she brings the balloon closer. At the…
Piece Them Together VIII
(I might just blow up if I don't get more than three participants in this challenge) Sooooooo, for this challenge I am doing something slightly different as an experiment of sorts. The basic requirements for a ficly will be that the following items *must* be used in your ficly entry: blacksmith, speeding trains, and the word "grotesque". If you want a little more of a challenge (and possibly more of a chance to win.... hint hint) then use one or more of the following in your ficly entry: an embarrassing middle name, goggles, and glow-in-the-dark hot-air balloons. Impress me!
Challengers
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Grotesque. That was the only word Georgette could think of to describe the mountain of a man standing before her. The blacksmith-turned-airship-captain was a…
take up your arms: abridged, X
I. hear the clink clank sizzle and the frantic taptaptap; the smith shop works overtime (we’re always caught off guard, un prepared, we’ll be prepared this…
The Blacksmith's Nightshift
“State your name.” The gruff man said, blocking the entry to the train. David grimaced, “David Petite Castle.” David could see the man grin in the late-night…