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I don't know if anyone is reading these, but my eyes started going funny towards the end and I got struck with cottonwool thought procsses. I'd be grateful if anyone is reading thise could read the concluding scene and see if the explanation I've written for the characters actually makes sense because I honestly cannot tell now. Just so close to having been able to follow my own writing, yet so far.

The fog rolled in, chill, thick and heavy, smothering all sounds around the docks. Traffic noise seemed muted, and conversations had all faded to nothing. If you peered into it, and you would have to peer very intensely indeed, you might have been able to see two figures labouring over a barrow of some sort or perhaps a trailer shorn of its tractor unit. One figure, the taller one seemed to be doing rather less labouring than a shorter and stouter one. Listen hard enough through the fog and you might just have been able to pick out their conversation…

“Here, Cheify, how much did this smoke machine set you back then?” The shorter, rounder, one asked.
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Yes, it's actually complete.

Ladies and Gentlemen, and Zoidberg, I present a modern fairy tale entitled "How Brian Blessed Got His Beard".

How Brian Blessed Got His Beard.
By Rhiannon_S

You see one of Mr Blessed’s ancestors was a bear. This is his story.

Once upon a time, in days of old. In fact in days so old they were spelt “dayes” and “olde” because we had yet to use up all the wild “e”s that grew all over the land, there was a beautiful princess and a rather daft king.

Now the reason this king is to be considered daft (or even dafte, since as we have already covered they had extra “e”s back then, but we’ll stick with “daft” as the author can’t afford the import taxes of the Nepalese “e”s she’d have to buy to tell it the olde fashionede waye), wasn’t that he cut off his wife’s head (or even wives head’s as some kings are wont to do), he deeply loved her even if he seldom listened to her. He wasn’t a terror over the land (he quite liked farming, and sheep, who he felt were much like his subjects in many ways), nor did he engage in silly wars all over the place (he was afraid that if he antagonised his neighbours they might invade and cut down all the “E”s that grew across the land in many pretty colours).

No, he was daft because he believed his only child would be unable to rule the kingdom simply because she was a woman. Look, I told you he was daft.

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Well, so much for that. Any comments, mistakes needing corrected, dumb errors, etc and so on. Actually I could do with being told what you think.


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