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A Little *Clue* in
Clara’s Parlor
Posted
October 27, 2007 by beamlette, Jill, and galatia9
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‘Twas just another
day at Guardian Clara’s Home For Visiting Resins. Hiro and Fenchurch happily reunited; Varius
eavesdropped; Sanar wallowed in his superiority; Imriel snuggled with his turtledove of love, Hibou. Eron, knowing how tetchy birds
can be when watched, stood motionless to the side, observing…
Suddenly… and
most mysteriously, Draculina is found laid out on the
carpet! How could this have
happened…?
Sanar: It most certainly wasn’t ME who had anything
to do with it! My wager is on that bloodsucker.
*sneer*
Varius: Come now – I would never visit any harm on
that graceful beauty, you troll. Besides, I have been here all this time, keeping an eye on these
innocent children…
Hiro: Bite me.
Fenchurch: Hiro, you should
know better than to --
Hiro: Yeah, yeah.
Pete: You
know, If you snap a couple ends off that snowflake
pendant you’re wearing, it’d be a silver cross. Might come in
handy.
Persephone:
Don’t be ridiculous. He is not a REAL vampire.
Eron: Has anyone checked Laurelin’s
wine bottle? Maybe Draculina’s just sleeping off a
bender.
Pete: So you
don’t think the guy with the fangs did it?
Persephone: Oh
no, I think the whole scenario transpired THIS way –
Persephone: There
was a dust-up in the conservatory, and a pot of petunias met its maker, saying,
“Oh no, not AGAIN!” Yes, I’m certain of
it!
Pete: You found
Napoleon’s mushrooms, didn’t you?
Colonel Mustard was not
available for comment…
Varius finds a willing victim – er –
companion –
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