The night grew dark under the star. Ashley

The night grew dark under the star. Ashley Joghson was a Books tore Owner. On this night was different. The sounds of the bugs creeked louder then ever before. The trees were
breathing deeper than usual. A Risenking was near. Joghson peered out the store window at the queer light of the star tonite. The Risenking's shadow grew toward the window and
as Joghson noticed the room getting darker, he felt a shiver up his spine. He turned around and lo and behold, the Risenking spoke "Oi! We are closed mate. Who are you, loitering
like ya own the place?" Joghson was petrified. The Risenking sighed, pulling up stools & 2 beers "C'mon, loiter over here with me" "A-Are you going to kill me?" "Well yes but first
I'm going to get all the good stuff. "Talk," Risenking demanded softly brushing Joghson's hair from his eyes, leaning romantically close. "I am going to die." Joghson thought.
Just then Bruining burst through the door. "Aha!" Bruining shouted as he pointed an accusing finger at Risenking as he pushed Joghson away, "I knew something was going on between
You and my third concubine. That oily mouthed b%$$h has been banished to Coventry." Bruining had eight red horses and they arrived exactly when the fourth concubine's sedan-chair
creaked as she adjusted her considerable weight. The creak broke the silence in the Throne Room and also reminded everyone that she was there. The 4th Concubine rarely appeared at
the castle, but she was there that day—right beneath the Throne Room. The concubine heard a creak above as plaster showered her head. Then the throne crashed through the ceiling
. "Farewell my concubine", lamented the King.

Started: 2014-03-29 20:23:11
Finished: 2018-03-19 19:27:18

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