We’re almost a quarter way there!
Most people would wait until it was the 25th entry, I’m too impatient, and just a little off-centre. So here is good.
For any of you still reading, there was one story that is to be continued… I’ll get to that soon enough.
I hope you find my silly stories entertaining, just as much as my future self will in 20 years.
There once was a lass in her nineties that felt as if she had missed her happiness.
She set off on a path into caves unknown, the ones of the Death Keys of Gnomes.
Here she searched, dressed in old finery, only to find darkness and further moments of feeling lonely.
Her bones still lie there out the front of a gnomes locked door, the entrance to an enchanted kingdom and much more.