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fellowshippers2006-08-29 12:42 am
pecos.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2006-08-29 12:42 am
Re-post of The Cast Party
Greetings again, sisters in slash. I hope you're all doing well and being loved. If you have a chance, please come read the new, updated version of Torn Souls 3, The Cast Party
It's been strung like a Lothlorien bow and Tooted like Boromir's Horn, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celtprincess13, who's been slaving over my Chimerafic website. The other two chapters in the Torn Souls series will follow apace, and I'll let you know as they're done. If you've got the time and want to re-read the adventures of the infamous dead Kiwi, or if you've never read it before, please give me a chance to entertain you.
“Oh, my…” Fran said softly. “It’s a Kiwi.”
And indeed it was. A patently dead, and long, long gone Kiwi bird, propped up on a bed of flowers. Bright red currants had replaced the eyes, fruit adorning the entire display. Its clenched claws each gripped a grape, and a halved kiwi fruit was artfully skewered onto the upturned bill. It was an amazing presentation for so many reasons – but most thankfully that it didn’t smell as bad as it probably should.
Peter gently replaced the cover, removing the show-stopping bird from sight. “Pardon me, Fran, Alan, everyone…I’ve got some Hobbits and an Elf to murder.”
It's been strung like a Lothlorien bow and Tooted like Boromir's Horn, thanks to
celtprincess13, who's been slaving over my Chimerafic website. The other two chapters in the Torn Souls series will follow apace, and I'll let you know as they're done. If you've got the time and want to re-read the adventures of the infamous dead Kiwi, or if you've never read it before, please give me a chance to entertain you.“Oh, my…” Fran said softly. “It’s a Kiwi.”
And indeed it was. A patently dead, and long, long gone Kiwi bird, propped up on a bed of flowers. Bright red currants had replaced the eyes, fruit adorning the entire display. Its clenched claws each gripped a grape, and a halved kiwi fruit was artfully skewered onto the upturned bill. It was an amazing presentation for so many reasons – but most thankfully that it didn’t smell as bad as it probably should.
Peter gently replaced the cover, removing the show-stopping bird from sight. “Pardon me, Fran, Alan, everyone…I’ve got some Hobbits and an Elf to murder.”
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