Snippets of Stories.

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Sometimes a story prompt will appear in my head, if I hear an interesting sound, or a vague thought comes up. I'm not putting any effort into finishing these. But I am going to put a lot of imagination into my writing. The genres will vary and the post could be as long as a couple paragraphs, to a few sentences. There's going to be no definite end to this thread, as I just want a place to put my ideas down, for so long as I have them. I have posted a rare amount of them on other sites, but this will be their final resting place. My second post and first story will be put together shortly.

You can use these for free, but you must credit me.

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From the desk of Fairy GodFather #146
Quith V.
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In the interest of new trainees being asked questions that may seem un-answerable, future notices and answers will be passed out via various magical bottles.

Pink kerosene lamps are to be lit at the mouth piece with a whisker from the Hickory Moth Caterpillar. Do not rub the lamp, as the djinn or genie inside may become agitated. Ingredients may be picked up at F.S.

Barrels marked, "Mur" are to be confiscated for future message usage. Barrels marked, "Rum" are not to be removed. If you or a co-worker have a reading or vision disability/impairment, please locate your nearest Palm tree and apply for a different location using standard [Name + Position] format.

"Bear-proof" Coolers can be ransack-searched, for the appropriately marked canteens of incoming and outgoing messages. Team leaders will be punishing disciplining newbies who leave more of a mess than necessary, except in areas of high bear population.

Wishing wells are to be emptied of tithes weekly and brought to your team leader. Buckets poured out over the east side of the well will drop the necessary items for each week of work.

Mountain passes, ranges, and touring areas where we have more freedom, are open to your team leader's discretion for work zones and conference rooms. The wildlife is to be let alone, or captured and released for all necessary or harmless tests.


Quith's Answers :
A request from Fairy Godmother #12
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There are a few questions that circulates the office without getting answered. The most prevalent is as follows.

"Why is there an arbitrary time spell, sanctioned for midnight?"​

I have the clearance to give the main reasons why we do this to some of our more well-known patrons. Firstly a Godmother may be assigned to a patron that lives within their assigned zone. To remind all our new hires, we have five regions which are shared with our allies of consequence. While they have as much a right to every Fairy Tale that we do, there are some matters into which we cannot insert our fae-hours into. To remain on subject, here are the reasons why some spells have a Midnight Clause.

The patron is not completely trust-worthy of their happy ending, and must be tested before-hand to gain their God [Mother / Father]'s trust.
If you have a more serious case to attend to, one may apply for a M.C. infusion into their magic [wand / staff / specified finger].*
Midnight is the mandatory cut-off time for those who brew spells, potions, and remedies. Please be courteous of their sleep schedule.

*Fae Supplies and Medical Barnun would like to remind every worker, that fingers are the only bodily option that will be available for an alternative means of magic usage. Noses will no longer be available for magic usage.

A note to all staff sending in requests to Godmothers and Fathers alike. We will not be using this system to release the relationship status of employees, nor the best zones to take unrivaled naps an unscheduled break.

Allies of Consequence are to be henceforth referred to as A-Con, or by titles bestowed upon them. Names are personal, sometimes dangerous, and therefore may only be spoken with express permission. Doing so carelessly has opened a new section in both Medical Barnum as well as Personal Resources.

Terms for A-Con do NOT include:
Villain, Maladies, Darkness, Vile, Evil, Hypo-crazy.**​
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P.R. has taken on a few cases where these rules have not been followed to the degree necessary to keep both companies satisfied and neutral. If you or a co-worker has information that may help, please contact your Team Leader.
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*Some of these names may be titles, in which case it is best to speak with respect.
**A brief thanks to an A-Con worker that brought this title to our attention.


Quith's Answers :
A query from patrons S.B., S.W., Q.A., F.O., Q.O., [Etc.]

"How does True Love's Kiss work ?"
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Normally with spells such as being awoken or transformed with a kiss from your true love, there is a compromise made between the primary A-Con, and the secondary Fae. A patron will enlist the aid of either party to be united with their loved one. In cases where A-Cons have more power, or are angered in some manner, the Fae steps in to create a deal with them. This ranges from helping the right person to gain access to the patron under the [spell / agreement]; to allowing a form of [consciousness / power] for a pre-determined amount of time. It is both up to the memory of the patron to remember whom they wish to encounter, and the Fae for minor interference or back-up. If Fae are contacted first, or a patron is assigned to them for one of these reasons :

•A trusted patron's lifetime, at specific times with agreed upon call-signs.
•Particular phases or colors of the moon.
•A one-time-of-need presence.
•Appearances triggered by tears, supplication, life-threatening danger, or magic.

Then the Fae shall make a considerable effort to protect the outcome of the patron's situation. ​



Quith's Answers :
A query not quite voiced in the recordings of Human Fan Fiction.

"Why are there no records of Fairy GodFathers?"
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A disgruntled co-worker of mine, whose number shall not be revealed, asked me why only the female staff have had documented roles in the stories of numerous patrons. Another co-worker asked why we receive the paper-work, and most G.M.'s obtain the field work. Such is not always the case, but some G.F.'s are better suited to editing, filing, and other miserable enlightening duties in their respected sectors. Fortunately for some of the males hired in, their magic is not usually innate. For those of us who need magical re-fills for our inner power, we are more inclined to be able to direct what happens to whom, without worrying about straying too far from our power source.

Others of the staff believe flight based on an assortment of wings, can be seen as silly, or too whimsical for their needs. This is where the jobs for wizards, witches and warlocks are initiated. As transfers between A-Con and Fae are irregular, so falls the usage of wings. Not everyone can command the same presence of authority, be they male or female. So these candidates opt into the magic of teleportation, riders of vicious beasts, or transformation. These medical procedures are usually permanent, so previous G.F.'s and even G.M.'s, may retire in this manner.

Some God Fathers relish in the prospects of marriage and children, and so they are instead put into the position of match-makers for those outside of either company. They may make the match between those of royalty, or patrons who exude an agenda which can create peace for their world. Some male patrons have been documented to enlist the aid of our match-makers, and thus more paper-work is created for those who may sometimes more readily understand a relationship problem, male-to-male.




Quith's Answers :
Modern dentistry for believers.

"What is the history of Teeth Fairies?"
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Books written on the histories of our varied and magical races may be loaned to staff members. The Lifairians will excuse late fees on loaned books and scrolls, should the borrower be willing to organize and edit the newly opened section -
Fiction Written By Our Staff .
All others must pay in coin or over-time.

Necessary announcements aside, Dentistry A-Con and Fae have moved some of their practitioners to assist humans in the removal of discarded teeth. While some of the staff may have a more mischievous habit within them, it is important to remember we are to gather teeth regardless of acknowledgement, and without leaving behind the mist of a Pixie Skunk in their mouths. Oftentimes patients will write about the failures of our race, and thus we must continue to foster those who still have faith in our existence.

If it is unanimous that children or older humans despise our engagements to the point of perfidy, we will withdraw the practice from their sphere of consciousness. Those who wish to remain in the Pillow rank, may do so with permission from D.D.S. Mackerthy. She cautions that there may not always be a station for Pillow rank to keep, as there are more humans who require an, at-all-times, physically present dentist.

Animals of both fantasy and humanity origins do not presently desire the help of this sector in health administration. D.D.S. Mackerthy would like to remind both workers and volunteers that, 'Gummy Bears' are not a directive to change wild-life as some humans or 'adventurous', may wish. Please keep all dentist equipment within the building itself, or check out your needed instruments when on a house-call.

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"She dresses like a fashionista. She wears kitten heels, and lots of make-up."
"Kitten heels?! How do you know that term?"
The girl smiled like a cat herself, before saying, "None of your business."

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"You're more than welcome to, just know it is more dangerous than a knife sometimes."

"I'll do my best." She said.

Her best to do what? Fail and injure herself? Or to be careful? He really wished she would clarify her messages, instead of trying to be mysterious. He was the wizard, after all.

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My Mom and I were in church when we were given a plea note that another Trainer had written. It had been passed along the pew from person to person, until someone accepted it. Since my Mom had a Ride Pokemon, she knew our transportation would be covered. I was going to fight pre-teen, to keep him from relentlessly battling pre-schoolers. The note didn't say how he did it, just that some of the kids were getting hurt or captured. But he wasn't a Trainer, he wasn't a bad kid in school. His name is Tauren Lio, and he is a demon.

When Mom's Stoutland dropped us off behind the Pre-school building, she opened her StoutRun application to set up a few jobs for Miss Priss to do until we needed her to bring us back home. I had brought a more casual outfit to wear, so as not to look like a Trainer from an organization that would be banishing Tauren Lio.I buzzed the back door for entry, and showed the plea note to the security Gengar. It checked me for weapons by passing through my body, a painless and chilly experience that our Town had voted would be the most secure way of checking people for contraband. The school security guard allowed me to go in and use the restroom. I came back out looking much more suited to middle school, and my short stature helped me to blend in with them even more. The security guard apologized for not taking care of the situation himself. "I have to stay here with Genni to keep anyone else from hurting these kids. I took action as soon as one of the students told me about it, but this pre-teen kept hexing the area against adults. So my team can't get in." Genni whispered across the floor to her security guard, and leaned her chubby, purple face against the guard's shoulder in a comforting manner. I nodded, and left to go fight Tauren Lio.

My mom stepped back from peeking at the pre-teen, after noticing a misty pink and black ring would appear on the ground if she got any closer. It covered the entire play-ground, and blew away once I stepped up to the chain-link fence. It made me wonder what the cut-off for "adult" and "child" was for the hex. I smiled as a secret hope rolled into the back of my mind like a leftover Great Ball. Stepping in I focused on how Tauren Lio fought his battles. His pokemon looked slightly blurry, but the rules the battlers followed seemed to be normal. The pre-schooler first sent out a Togetic, and then when it ran out of energy, the kid sent out Blacephalon. In return, the pre-teen boy turned the match into a double battle. The Blacephalon actually beat the demon's two pokemon, but when the pre-schooler tried to leave the battle, two more pokemon were sent out, capturing another victim. I was nervous now, but casually I greeted the demon and entered the arena myself. He smiled at me, and had a huddle with his team that never stopped regenerating. It wasn't the last two team members he had brought out, but four different ones. They were ghost type, and appropriately blurry. I looked away and called out my team to battle.

I kept my eyes on the ground the entire time, trusting my team to fight well. My conversation with the demon stayed on light and meaningless topics, neither of us giving out enough information to get a profile on each other. Eventually, I smelled a POOF!

Instead of a pre-teen battling kids, there was an Impidimp. The blurry pokemon were gone, scared and scraped pre-schoolers appeared on the playground, each with their own respective POOF!
of pink and black. I thanked my pokemon, and let an Ultra Ball decorated with Stoutland stickers, drop on the ground. I waited until after I finished taking care of my team to send my Banette inside to speak to Genni. My mom would have a wicked pokemon to take care of, and I would get the PokeCash reward from the school board. My mom's sense of smell wouldn't be bothered by the scent of moldy cotton candy that the Impidimp left behind, but the rest of the students were disgusted and crying. There might have been a few that tried to dirty themselves further, but a grumpy looking Swablu from the janitor's observation dome, gave those children a serious stare-down.

The school nurse sent his Altaria to hug and guide each smelly and hurting student through the healing spray of his Aromatisse. One final smelly POOF! and I could finally turn to face where the Impidimp had been standing. My mom walked into the playground, and picked up her newest team member. Most of the time, rehabilitating the pokemon meant processing it for adoption afterwards, but I think my mom might keep this pokemon. I might have to rent an Aromatisse, for my half of the house.

[Poserpanda]

The sun melted through the clouds. Fold upon fold of horizontal cumulunimbus cloud.

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Transforming back into a lopsodile during the party, did no favors to her seamstress friend's beautiful dress-work. While the dress still looked rather fetching on her original form, it was not made for her home, nor to be dragged in between four legs.

It was a very stumbly, zig-zag walk back to her crumbling nest-land, but the swims she had taken did make the jelly-fish dress less tiresome to carry. It had looked so alive, floating in the rivers that curved back to her home. But Now the beautiful rainbow dress looked more like a limp creature than an outfit.
Oh well.
She wouldn't discard it, for her friend Benry, may yet use the remaining cloth for another of his projects. After of course, he mourned the effort he had put into it, and scolded her as only a friend knew how. Crisenda knew It would be worth gathering new or used material for him, later. On Her next swim to Benry's village, she would need to keep an alarm bird with her to remind her when she needed to leave. Perhaps one of her tooth-brush birds could convince a twilight-squawker to follow her, should she need or even want to go out again.
Reaching the stone stairway embedded into the damp earth of her nest, Crisenda started the careful process of removing the torn dress from her reptilian frame.
Each time she flicked her head, her coarse tail rotated in instinctual death-roll preparation.
'No roll.' She growled to her limbs.
'Not food!' She admonished her lizard brain.
After placing the jelly fish dress safely under a rock that was shaped like her Egg-Mother's head, Crisenda finished by well-after-the-noon time.
'Rest.' Crisenda thought to the dress.
'Me too.' She thought nicely to herself.
She waddled to her warm, sandy spot and snoozed, mouth open.

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The sun-baked rocks kept the tired dibbuns warm despite the chilly night air. Those who were more adventurous, seeked to sleep under a hefty bush on the ridge. Some dream of keeping watch during the war times, their past work still fresh in their minds.

Each mustachioed Otter enjoys the silence while they stay awake, their minds too filled with memories of sorrow and joy. Tomorrow there will be a grand feast for the birth of so many healthy otter cubs. Those awake are also thinking of the coming spice, shrimp, and broth. Though Skipper is excited to wander in this time of peace in Mossflower Wood.

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Her posture sunk as the cushions under her deflated from use. She cried bitter tears as the reality of her decision caused her to wallow in her grief and self-pity.
Her family was coming to visit her.
She would have to spend money on them,
instead of a litter box robot.
Oh the folly of pleasing others only to be her own ruin. Did she not believe what the Bible said to be true? If you say yes when you really mean no, you are deceiving others and yourself.

Matthew 5:37 was nice to read, but to actually learn from it is now obviously an entirely separate thing!

Lying is such an awful, tricky business.
And it only harms everyone.

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Based on this video from twitter.
https://x.com/NoCatsNoLife_m/status/1801491727582433757

The two-leg unseen nose for the opening door, scents my entrance before I fully walk into the building where my most favorite snacks are wrapped in the smaller garbage bags that humans love to mark their territory with. It makes the snack a little harder to smell but it is SO FUN to rip and tear into, like a prey that never dies and ALWAYS puts up a fight. I take the corner of the boxes and wait for the two leg on their face device to turn away from the snacks I wish talk walk toward. I know there are no two-legs around to stop me from taking my prey, and yet I still check each metal stack for potential two-legs that may stop me or try to adopt me. With their collars and rules, it would not be any better than being with a clan and their rules and still starving anyway.
Ah yes!
I streak right toward the metal tube holding the best meat! They barely smell but they are in the same spot as always, unlike smart prey. And I have to grab the snack like a two-leg before I can properly grip it in my mouth. I trot quickly back the way I ran a moment ago, knowing that only one two-leg saw me leave. They normally don't try to stop me and she is no different. If I see her again, I will allow her to stroke my head for a few minutes, in thanks for not picking me up to stop me.

Would have been humiliating if Tinkerton had been with me if that happened. Plus he might have been taken as well.

He isn't sure if he wants to join a clan yet, so he decided to go on a snack mission with me to make up his mind.

When we arrive and the doors open again without someone pulling them for us, Tinkerton is almost as aloof as I feel on my fifth time taking snacks. We both take turns watching for two-leg interference, before I lead the way down the path of short shrubs made of two-leg snacks and metal tube water. Some of it is good, but the rest we'll pass on. A cat can only go so far into the human world of snacks before they become a kitty-pet.
After evaluating which meat stick will best be fit for our feast, Tinkerton re-joins me.

Tinkerton startles me with a gentle bap on my hind-quarters, and I drop my meat stick with my clumsy paws. I ask him if a two-leg is coming to pick us up.
"No. We're safe."
"Thank you."
I show him the best way to grab a hold of a protected meat tube, since the garbage around it doesn't flare out enough like a dead bird's wings. It sticks up like close cut grass. Very hard to grip with teeth, and the two-legs seem to have gotten that idea as well, as they are the ones I learned this trick from.

But it's so fun to watch the meat stick roll on the ground! Tinkerton agrees!
We sniff it and Tinkerton smacks it!
"Oh, we have got to play with it a while!"
"We will! We MUST."
So we did!
It lasted so much longer than the body of dead prey!
But it also needed a friend. So each time we were bored of one meat stick, I would pull out one more, one more, one more! ONE MORE!
So many to spin, twist and chew and then leave on the cold ground!

Clan Stars would call it prey waste and we would both be punished somehow. More fleas, more dirt, more disease, more wounds...some kitty-pets were correct that they seemed to live longer.
Sometimes.
With the right two-legs.
No thanks.

But this? Yes please!

I had been trying to empty the metal tube of meat sticks, when Tinkerton called me by my given name.

"King Custard!"
I ignored him, just long enough to choose just the right meat stick.
"This tastes so good and so BAD at the same time!"
Finally turning away from the metal tube after discarding several ones that were no good, I had my perfect choice!

I knew that somehow the two-legs would know that we were taking their meat sticks, so I let Tinkerton know that I was leaving by brushing against his tail as I rushed out of the short shrubs.

The next day, Tinkerton returned to his family.
Willingly or un-willingly, I am unsure.
I will return to the building after I get bored of playing with the garbage.

[Poserpanda]

Psalms 43:3 NLT
[3] Send out your light and your truth; let them guide me. Let them lead me to your holy mountain, to the place where you live.

A semi-fantasy story where the main characters are all being led by a floating lantern. They don't know it is the Holy Spirit, they just know it will show them the right thing to do, if they follow it. At the end of the book, less characters than the ones the reader is introduced to, make it to the Holy City. They are sad to lose friends and family, but they know there will be more friends and family in the Holy City.