excorpse
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published Mar 30th 2012 - 7 authors
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In a land proper of fairy tales, a princess came across a marvellous castle and a prince was hot.
The princess gathered up an armful of large leaves and fanned the prince. After some time she laid her wrist on her brow and said, I'm hot. She winked at the prince. Your turn, she said, thrusting the sheaf of leaves at him.
"Do all Teishan princesses value the ancient ritual of leaves pampering?" asked the dazzled prince. "Do all Drinini princes talk so much?" she answered smiling, 'while embracing the leaves around him. "My people honors the godly seeds of royal light. The universal reunion of souls, by nature's bliss."
The prince looked up at the heavens as the leaves started swirling around her, as if stirred by some celestial force.
"And.... CUT! All right, everybody! 'Have wrap for today... Nice work, on the last shots. This will make every housewife weep like a goat on sales!''
"Dear, are You sure my cheeks wore light enough? I thought..."
"Honey... You are payed to be here, not to think. Cheers, mate!" "Awards are happening. Need to look good. Presenting an award. Need to practice to again. Again. Again."
"Again? You're going to give yourself an ulcer!"
"No. I'm going to give myself another production deal. He's sitting in the second row. Lets practice again."
"You're on now!" She stepped out onto the stage, and a loud crack was heard. The stage lighting rig above her snapped and was barreling down. She dodged out of the way and got a glimpse of the phantom of the theatre. That was the first, and last time she ever saw him. On stage, shadows disappear. There's sound, there's lights, there are the characters. Everything else is beside the point. Then it began... and after it began, ended suddenly.
"Dear, are You sure my cheeks wore light enough? I thought..."
"Honey... You are payed to be here, not to think. Cheers, mate!" "Awards are happening. Need to look good. Presenting an award. Need to practice to again. Again. Again."
"Again? You're going to give yourself an ulcer!"
"No. I'm going to give myself another production deal. He's sitting in the second row. Lets practice again."
"You're on now!" She stepped out onto the stage, and a loud crack was heard. The stage lighting rig above her snapped and was barreling down. She dodged out of the way and got a glimpse of the phantom of the theatre. That was the first, and last time she ever saw him. On stage, shadows disappear. There's sound, there's lights, there are the characters. Everything else is beside the point. Then it began... and after it began, ended suddenly.
