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Seems like start of an interesting full story here. The stories around the house, the poor every man who finally wins something in Linus, and the town of friendly people right out of the past. Interesting tale here.

King Lou (Lugh), Queen Alicia (Cia), Fairy Samuel (Sam/Bugeye), Markus (Mark), Prince Stuart (Stu), Fairy Frostina (Frosty), Squire Rustle (Rustle), Kaceem (KC_Grim) are the counter parts. Glad you enjoyed my tale Ele.

I may have given him long flowing hair but his gets cut anyway. Glad you enjoyed it Mark.

Okay so this is the second day I am off and alone and trying to get things cleaned up. First, I realize now why I never replaced my dog, Fawn. Pets are wonderful stress relievers. They are there for you even when no one else is. They crave your love and attention and ask for nothing but food and water. However when they have been spoiled rotten and left with you to take care of you can also learn what a pain in the butt they are. My father's dog, which I am use to being around in small doses, is now at my side contantly. I can't tell you thrill of having a dog bark at you while you shower, follow you when you go to get dressed, want to sleep with you, walk beside you, and drive you out of your mind. In small doses she is fine but 24/7 she is driving me insane. Second, I know now why it takes forever to go through things. Some boxes as you go through them you stop to look at every item. I have finally hit the point where I set up a garbage can beside me and unless something really catches my eye I'm tossing it. Clothing if I don't want and it can be used is going into bags for good will. I am determined to be moved in and the boxes done by tomorrow. Wish me luck. Third, stopping to check on my friends i have a few comments to make. A) A picture will never define you. You can not hide behind a fake one or wish the real ones weren't you. Some people see only the image. Those who know you see the soul of the friend they love and respect. That goes whether you are 18 or 80, fat or thin, cute or Quasimodo. We all have things about ourselves we wish were different. The problem becomes when those things are allowed to define the whole person. It is bad enough when others label you, don't do it to yourself. Problems come up. Sometimes people want to help and aren't sure how. Those who reach out aren't out to make you feel worse or because they want to drive you to distraction. Some just need you to say," I really don't know which end is up or what I need help with first." That opens the door for them to give you what they feel might be good for you. Sometimes a person can only offer a card or prayer. They care but in your pain don't cut them out. They will do what they can if you let them. C) Sorry I am not a writing god, grammar Nazi, or infallible. I am simply me. if you want help and I can do it for you, I will. If you think I get my writing done in a vacuum you really need to look at my editors and beta readers. i give them as much credit for helping to make my work enjoyable as I take for creating it. They help with correcting errors, pointing out what needs to be expanded and fixed, and help to make the story the best it can be. Any errors still there are mine. D) Just a reminder - not everyone is thick skinned like I am. I'll pass along a saying that was a favorite of my mothers. "Remember, if you don't have anything nice to say, sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all."

Wow, I have no words for that. Poor Nephy. May you, um, heal quickly and may people realize not to overstay their welcome in any room or place.

Okay let Quasi add his two cents in here. First off I've seen the real you so the model boy was cute but not you. Who couldn't put two and two together. Self image problems are things we all have and deal with. Secondly anyone who gets to know you loves you. Hell, you aren't ugly. And neither is Nephy though I know what she means by not being happy with the picture one sees. You have Stu who loves you and supports you. You have friends on here who do the same. Sometimes the best way to get to know someone is to see beyond the image they present. Sometimes a pretty package hides an ugly soul. In your case those who believed the fake picture had to get to know you anyway. Doubt you are going to see anyone go running off into the night screaming. Besides if they did there are two things to remember. 1) They are an idiot. 2) Your friends are going to hunt them down and make them stay gone. So just relax and realize we accept you for who you are Mark. Always have and always will. Wayne

No need for me to moan. I told everyone who was going to see you at the get together to wish you well and to ask you to write. But yes there is more to come on Charlie. Not a lot left but there is more.

Why is something wrong with tight black leather clothing?

You know there is always something going on in Charlie's life. Wait and see.

All will be revealed Ele before the end. Glad to see you are still enjoying it all.

LOL. Well Cia, you are a Queen. If anyone was going to poke holes in my work I'd never complain if it was you. I am glad you enjoyed it.

Why would you talk about bat breath?Are you dating Batman?

No, Demona is just a creation. I needed someone evil and though a name was suggested to me, I felt I would simply play it safe.

Me? Evil? I never promised a smooth ride just hoped you would enjoy a good story. Wait and see KC. Besides I'm really pretty innocent. O:)

Life has a way making you stop occasionally and rethink what is important. Never easy when a partner is sick or worse. You won't be waiting in suspense long. Only six more chapters.

I am not sure how to explain this without sounding like an idiot but here goes. Last year I moved home at my father's request so he wouldn't be alone. My mother had passed on the year before and to say me and my father get along, well it happens about as well as gasoline and a match. However, I being the person I am moved home. His health had taken a down swing and I didn't want him to have to deal with things alone. When I moved home I wasn't even in the door 24 hours when he went on vacation to see my brother. I had hoped I would have help moving back in and getting set up but I only had the day after I unloaded the truck off. I came home after getting the final load of my stuff into the car, returned to what was my parent's home and the next morning took him to the airport before reporting to my new job. He was gone for five days, returning with my brother, sister-in-law, and a puppy. I hadn't even unpacked yet so tossed things into rooms and tried to make space for them. When I moved in part of the problem was my old bedroom had been filled with stuff from my parents. I was still cleaning that out so I could move in. Forward to a year and half later. I haven't had a single vacation yet since I moved home. Whatever weekends or time that I have off I am asked to sit with him, take him out occasionally, or not to make so much noise. Instead of sleeping in my bed in my room I am still moving stuff out and donating it to the different charites. while I attempt to take back what was my room. In the time i have moved home i am still living out of boxes and things that are partially moved in. So my father left today to go see my brother. This time he is gone for 9 days. Today is shot but I have five days of the remaining eight he is away off. Care to guess what i am going to do while i have the place to myself and peace and quiet? lol. Tomorrow I open at work. I will be trying my hardest to keep up with the projects i have going but if for the next week or so things sort of dribble out you know why. I am determined to move in and stop the crap. No one to ask me to stop opening up and unpacking. No questions as to why I am donating that, or saving that, or even why I own that. I can clean out the stuff in the room, go through the stuff I brought with me and probably donate large parts of that as well. Life keeps moving on and well, I am out to clean out what no one wants here. Why save it till something happens and then be in a mad dash to get rid of it? Instead I want to make it possible to live my life. If by chance the opportunity for love comes around, though not likely one still holds out hope, I don't want to be tied down to a lot of things. Instead i want to be free to move on and go where life might take me. Enjoy your week all. I know I will.

That should melt a few screens. Glad to have been part of your team. Nice job.

Chapter 24 – Heart Matters Charlie arrived at the hospital in record time. He sat for a moment to compose himself. He knew that if he went in there uptight or upset, he would be of no help to his father. The rest of his family already depended on him to see them all through this. Taking a deep breath he walked slowly to the front desk. “Can I help you?” chirped the young girl in the candy striping outfit sitting at the desk.

I'm glad you liked it Frosty. I'm just hoping some of the others mentioned will eventually read it and notice I made comments or characters of them. I do like to make things interesting.

Thank you Dave. Didn't catch it till just now. Glad you liked it.

Why are you calling it a weasel?

So you think you know the story of Sleeping Beauty? Maybe not. What if there were a few new twists to the classic tale? Read on meet Queen Alicia and King Phillip and their beautiful child, Sleeping Beauty.

Once upon a time in a far away kingdom sat a beautiful Queen embroidering a handkerchief for her husband. She sat looking out the open window as the snow fell and spotted three of the kingdoms Fairies playing in the breeze. Captivated she lost track of what she was doing and stabbed her delicate finger with the sharp needle. A large drop of blood pooled at the wound and she turned her finger to the snowy window pane and let the drop fall. It glistened red and bright against the pure white snow.

Why should I care about your opinion? Don't I have enough problems trying to make up my own mind?

Trust me I have only messed up my back once before. I don't enjoy pain. And I like that pain of death idea. I might just steal that Nephy. Thanks.