Vaguely-Creepy

THE ROSE A Fairy Tale Chapter 11 A pale, hesitant sunrise met the brothers and the soldiers, as they bore the amber prince up the old stone stairway. With a great heave-ho, they lifted their precious cargo onto the tiled floor of the temple entrance. The statue of the ugly old man had reclaimed its spot at the top of the steps. "Seven miles, carryin' this," Mario gestured to Peasley's body. "It's gonna be a long trip, boys." The echoed scuffle of footfalls met them, as a member of the Sarasaland Royal Army approached them from the doorway. "By the mane of Totomesu! You…! Here!... and now!... Here…!" "How ya doin', officer," M

THE ROSE A Fairy Tale Chapter 10 Heads turned as the royal Mushroom carriage rolled through the wide, icy streets of Beanbean Castle Town, making its way up to the castle gates. The morale of the citizens had hit a low not seen since the dark days of King Ringspot I. The slew of misfortune that had been plaguing the kingdom – the degradation of Chucklehuck Woods, the suspicious 'kidnapping' of the Prince in early Autumn, the failure of KoopaCola, the freakishly cold Winter, and ultimately the death of King Favius' rose bushes and the genuine abduction of his son – had left the once chic and self-assured people paranoid and pessim

THE ROSE A Fairy Tale Chapter 9 The thin fissure of silver sky that snaked along the horizon slowly darkened. Brittle, naked branches lurched with the bitter winds. The air heralded no echo. Twilight songs of roosting shrikes carried no further than a few feet. The only trace of humanity Daisy could taste was a faint wisp of sweet firewood in the air, carried into the Forever Forest from a solitary farmhouse. Damp evening air nipped at her dark skin, for the thin velvet cloak she had donned was poor protection against this kind of cold. Her stride quickened along the twisting path, careless of the mud and icy water that had already cake

THE ROSE A Fairy Tale Chapter 8 THE DAILY VINE Monday 24th September PEASLEY AND WENDY Royal Wedding Sees Thousands Crowd The Streets Of Castle Town Article by Mungus Mann The punters lining the streets of Beanbean Castle Town all held their breath at once, in anticipation of a moment which will no doubt be remembered as the most celebrated of this year: the appearance of their new Princess, Wendy O. Koopa, as she exited the luxury town-car which had conveyed her to the front gate of Cacao Temple. All were eager to glimpse the flawless white wedding gown, a custom-made Zsizsa LaGa for Harhall Studio. The tiara was white gold, adorned

THE ROSE A Fairy Tale Chapter 6 Peasley purposefully set his wine glass down on the half-folded letter, haloing its royal seal with a pale burgundy watermark. "What has she asked you to do?" Luigi asked carefully. "She didn't specify. All she disclosed was that there is an important duty she wants me to undertake. In fact, she spent most of the letter scolding me for not attending the castle's Summer Cotillion. As if this year's Beanish social season hasn't been a total write-off." He snorted, grabbing the bottle of Shroom Shiraz and sloshing another helping into his glass. It had been a lovely day, for the most part. In the sizzling

THE ROSE A Fairy Tale Chapter 3 The stars shone ever brighter in the fading sky, and the torches were lit. The Ballroom of the Mushroom Castle was abuzz with cooks and waiters arranging immense tables crowded with food: plates of exotic fruits for the Yoshi guests, all manner of meats twirled slowly upon spits for the Koopas, and cumbersome piles of bananas stood out as great clumps of yellow amongst the spread, ready for the delectations of the the Kongs. Chefs were still fretting over the final touches of the haute cuisine dishes, the finest gastronomical accomplishments that the Mushroom Kingdom, Sarasaland and the Beanish had to offer.

THE ROSE A Fairy Tale Chapter 2 Another swell of feminine squeals pealed through the flagstone streets, and the denizens of Beanbean Castle Town grimaced at the sound. It had become something of a national sport: once any young beanish lass had spotted a vapour trail of golden sparkles, or the silhouette of a winged Leguminos Sylphus, wheeling through the skies, a mini-ruckus would inevitably flare up as she alerted all her gal-pals to the sighting. Nine times out of ten, the source of excitement turned out to be refracted sunlight, or a goonie-bird gliding on its expansive white wings, but it did little to deter these bloody-minded enthus