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woa really great fusion. tq
Wow. My first CF story, and released in ebook form close to its 1 year anniversary. Many thanks, Madiosi.
woa really great fusion. tq
Wow. My first CF story, and released in ebook form close to its 1 year anniversary. Many thanks, Madiosi.
Superb covers! Many thanks, Madiosi!No: 111 in German Language
Wragg - Der Uhrenträger
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Vor vielen Jahren, im 19. und frühen 20. Jahrhundert nutzten die Bauern des Schwarzwaldgebietes in Deutschland die harten Wintermonate, wenn die normale Landwirtschaft zum Stillstand kam, um die schönsten geschnitzten Uhren zu schaffen. Die Händler würden Uhrenträger aussenden, um diese Uhren zu sammeln. Zu empfindlich für die Beförderung mit Pferd und Wagen auf den steilen und unebenen Straßen, würden die Uhren in einem Holzrahmen auf dem Rücken eines „Uhrenträgers“ sicher und schonend transportiert werden.
Hier ist eine kurze Geschichte über die überraschende Entdeckung eines Uhrenträgers. Es ist ein wenig von dem, das in England eine „Zottige-Hund-Geschichte“ genannt wird. Aber bleiben Sie dabei! Es lohnt sich.
No: 112
Wragg & Repertor - Jasmine
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Jasmine, a young aristocratic Roman woman, wakes up one morning to find that her father has been murdered. She is powerless to prevent the sentencing of her two favourite slave to death by crucifixion, even though Jasmine is certain that her brother, Marcus, is really the guilty one. Helpless, she watches as Helena and Rebecca are stripped naked and crucified outside the South Gate. Then, for Jasmine, things go from bad to worse....
Yes, I think Madiosi deserves a big cheer for all the work he puts into making these e-books and pdfs for our Archive,
a heroic labour of love!
No: 114
Barbara Moore - Poems
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Poem stories: about a hunt, a Roman disaster in a defile, peril at the hands of the Gestapo, and my personal via cruxis:
"It is a great day for Montavelin! Our beloved saints are back!"
“Get those cobbles from under my bottom!”
Probably, the building smelled like 'lone women inside'.
She never had heard that sound. It did 'hump-hump-hump-hump-hump'. It sounded like a muffled beat on an oil drum.
"If you get laid with an enemy spy, you never are on the winning side!"
"All day hard working, and overnight being hard worked on by an overpressured steam engine!? I said forget it! Let them keep their money!”
"Cougneu d'bèrouettes! Fât' grisoux! “
“You pick up the local language very quickly! But what does it mean?”
“No idea, but it sounds very cursing!”
"My granddad always said the most dangerous places for a man are the backside of a horse and the front side of a naked woman!”
All her modesty was hanging to a plastic aureola now.
"I decide who is innocent here!"
"Get off my roof, idiots!"
“Euh! What is he planning to do?” Patty asked with a worried voice.
“He is going to whip us, Patty dear!”