One-minute story

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

RE: One-minute story

phil_of_va · [Probably] Gother Than Thou

m out of nowhere came the entire Norse mythological pantheon! Thor! Odin! Freya! Baldur! The whole gang was there because word came to them from the Sacred Tree that Julie-Ra

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

, a Walkure in training, had been captured! Fro'licious hid herself and listened to the conversation of the gods.

Fricka was very angry (as usual) but no one really paid

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

attention. Baldur was doing most of the talking this time, actually. At one point he said

"So, the great Tree told us Julie-Ra is being held prisoner somewhere in her own castle." Wotan was about to reply, but Fro'Licious didn't stick around for any more of the conversation- she knew where Julie-Ra was!!

Fro ran

24 fan tim · Live long and prosper.

quietly away from the old house as she headed for the secret fortress in the woods. She was relieved to have been taken to the secret fortress 3 weeks before to be fitted for her new dance wardrobe that Julie-ra was designing

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

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Fro'Licious knew she couldn't raid the front door by herself-- not even with the weapons she got at the police station- for right there in front of the drawbridge wsa a huge, monstrous Ugli Fruit monster!

"I thought they got RID of the fruit mons

24 fan tim · Live long and prosper.

ters back in the woods. What am I to do now?"

Fro turned and walked down the side of the castle, wondering how she was to get into the castle and save not only Julie-ra, but also her new wardrobe

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

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As she walked around the side of the castle, she heard a faint crying sound coming from a metal grate in the ground a few feet from the castle wall. Listening carefully, Fro'Licious couldn't really tell whose voice that was crying; it certainly COULD be Julie-Ra, but

24 fan tim · Live long and prosper.

more than likely it was someone else. As she approached the gate she noticed something odd. The gate had the face of a young man adhered to its handle. And shockingly, this face was weeping

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

, just like Jesus once did.

Fro'licious kissed the boy's tearful face, and suddenly the face hardened and changed into the same wrought-iron material as the rest of the gate. There was a grinding noise, and the gate unlatched on its own, revealing an overgrown courtyard surrounded by the high, grey stone walls

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

. Fro'Licious entered the silent space, cautiously glancing around at the ivy which covered everything. As she approached the center, she noticed a mossy old bird-bath, in the exact center of which was a curiously shiny brass button. But when she pressed it, the

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

bird-bath exploded into a thousand beautiful colored lights-- like the Fourth of July! ...or at least, like that new disco down on Third Street.

Frightened it might give away her presense, Fro'Licious ran and hid behind a

Tiffany · Senior Member

coffin that grampa Munster was turning into a race car before the li

Chris · Why can't my life be more like the Ainulindalë?

ghtning struck him, throwing him into a coma. ...but that's another story.

After a few minutes, no one came to investigate the birdbath lighting up, so Fro'Licious ca