The Tales of Reginald Ackley Bango III

Cinn

Banned Jerk
It was a dark and stormy night.

Too dark.

Too stormy.

Too nighty.

A lone gnome sat alone. Lonesome. By himself. Singular gnome. In a bar. Bango the gnome. Alone.

What an ugly night to be alone.

What an ugly night to a gnome.

Thunder cracks! Boom!

The gnome does not stir.

pitter patter of raindrops outside.

pitter patter of teardrops down the gnomes face.

a sad night.

a sad gnome.

why does the gnome cry?

fin.

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Author's Note: I wrote this during one of my darker periods in a time of deep depression. A time from which all of us may never return from. The things you love are there and then they are gone. The gnome represents hope. dark, questioning, lonely, sad, but resolute.
 
The Tales of Flopmasta Flex Cinn

Flippy floppy flip-flopper Cinn flopped floppily to the flippity floppity floop.

Flipping a bird for a flying finch flitting through a floo, the flaky flip-flopper Cinn flaked on his flight from fleshmongers and fully failed his flop.

"F***", he fluted flatulently as fifty fleshmongers followed his fluke to feast.

Only flittingly flabbergasted, the flapless flip-flopper Cinn flagellated to his feet and flamboyantly flaunted his fleetfootedness as he fluidly flounced forward.

Five friends fated for fortune fittingly flexed for a fight as the Flopmasta floated in front.

The flaw of this flock of fifty fleshmongers was flippancy, and forgotten was the flippy flight of the Flopmasta Flex.

Five friends furiously fought, flaying folds of flesh from the 'mongers. Flourescent fluids flowed as flumes of flame flashed.

Finally, these few friends fully flummoxed the fleshmongers. They filched five hundred forty-four plat from their flattened foes.

End of part 1.
 
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