{"id":1895,"date":"2014-06-17T10:12:02","date_gmt":"2014-06-17T16:12:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.krezzkaravan.com\/magazine\/?page_id=1895"},"modified":"2014-06-28T18:32:48","modified_gmt":"2014-06-29T00:32:48","slug":"the-three-ghosts-of-palmas","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.krezzkaravan.com\/magazine\/fan-stories\/the-three-ghosts-of-palmas\/","title":{"rendered":"The Three Ghosts of Pal’mas"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"edit64\"Written by Marybell<\/strong><\/p>\n

DISCLAIMER:<\/strong> All characters and situations appearing in this work are fictitious, and are intended for mature audiences only. If you are not a legal adult, or it is illegal for you to read about adult situations, then you may not read futher. All characters belong to their respective owners. This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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T\u2019was the night before PALmas, when all through the site
\nNot a lurker was posting, though the BOTS they still might.
\nThe commissions were all posted by our lovely Admins,
\nWith naughty pics sending members back to their tissues again.<\/p>\n

The children of Jade\u2019s comic were snug in their beds,
\nTheir butts a bright and cheery colour of red.
\nThe cute demon girls from the Carnal Kingdom,
\nHad just passed out from the size 12 dildos stuck in \u2018em.<\/p>\n

Avatar, Tails\u2026and the Kids Next Door,
\nAll posted with warning, \u2018til next year\u2026no moar.\u2019
\nYet even as Pietro switched his PC to off,
\nHe heard come from behind him a very great cough.<\/p>\n

He turned not around but spoke out so bold.
\n\u201cStop stealing my tacos Cheetah, it\u2019s getting old.\u201d
\nBut when he did turn, what would he encounter,
\nBut a samurai pizza cat and his Valkyrie bouncer.<\/p>\n

\u201cFear not\u2026\u201d said the Neko, though he held an old rifle.
\n\u201cI come only to warn you of tonight\u2019s coming trifles.\u201d
\nAnd spoke so he did, then vanished without warnin\u2019
\nStating only Pietro\u2019d meet three ghosts by mornin\u2019.<\/p>\n

Then from his team\u2019s drawing room, arose such clatter,
\nThat Pietro ran back to see what was the matter.
\nThe sight he saw gave his heart quite a murmur
\nThree spectral figures, though they seemed quite familiar.<\/p>\n

And like the shepherd who \u2018pon watching his flock,
\nShould spy a large wolf, he cried \u201cWhat the frock?\u201d
\nThey spoke not a word, but led him away.
\nTo his small desk wherest he toiled each day.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this some torture?\u201d the man loudly proclaimed.
\n\u201cEven *I* need rest\u2026\u201d was the bitter complaint.
\nYet no pen nor tablet, before him was seen,
\nSimply an empty white page, like an old Christmas scene.<\/p>\n

Then without a word, a charcoal picture was scribbled
\nOf an old toymaker, working hard at his table.
\nAs every toy finished, it flew out the door,
\nAnd so was time for the toymaker to make more.<\/p>\n

But every toy finished, it flew out of sight.
\nWithout a second chance to see \u2018was it alright?\u2019.
\nThe toy maker peeked out the window, gave a great sigh.
\nAsking what wouldst people remember him by?<\/p>\n

\u201cEach toy\u2019s come and gone\u2026and then soon forgotten.\u201d
\nHe spake to the air, his soul feeling sotten.
\n\u201cMy toys are loved\u2026.for maybe one or two days\u2026
\nBut soon become old, and then thrown away.<\/p>\n

And so my hours of work \u2013 they amount to so little,
\nMy mountain of sweat, reduced to a pebble.
\nDoes anyone know? Does anyone care?\u201d
\nPietro nodded, and wiped back a tear.<\/p>\n

Yet the page tore away \u2013 leaving new faces
\nShowing the oft-mentioned toys in all the places.
\nWith memory balloons from e\u2019ry woman and man
\nRemembering their own toys from that caravan.<\/p>\n

\u201cEven years later, when the toys had all gone to rot.
\nThat man\u2019s gifts were ne\u2019er forgot.\u201d
\nPietro turned around as the three figures spoke,
\nAnd wondered for a moment, was this all a joke.<\/p>\n

The first ghost with glasses and a furry dispose
\nSaid with a wink and a tweak of his nose,
\n\u201cNever be sad, our friend, never be blue
\nThere are many \u2013 like us – remembering you .\u201d<\/p>\n

All red hair and silly, the second spectre chimed in
\n\u201cPietro-chama\u2019s only so busy cuz so many woves him!
\nThough they \u2018meh\u2019 all the time, whine, bulk and jeer,
\nIf your works t\u2019were not loved, they wouldst not be here!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey speak true\u2026.\u201d added the third little ghosty
\n\u201cPietro should know, we all love him the mosty.\u201d
\nHer strange wittle eyes, twinkled and glittered
\nAnd Pietro stepped back as naughty eye lashes flittered.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo take off tonight\u2026 unplug ALL your machines..
\nAnd go to your loved ones, you know who I mean.
\nHow many more Christmas\u2019s we have, no person knows.
\nSo cherish each one, before each one goes. \u201c<\/p>\n

And with that three chibi\u2019s jumped on our friend
\nAnd hugged and glomped him..without any end.
\n\u201cSame to you\u2026\u201d He spoke and struggled for breath.
\n\u201cLet\u2019s enjoy together each year we have left.\u201d<\/p>\n

And as the specters backed away to his door.
\nThe three of them grinned \u201cOh..one last thing more.\u201d
\nPietro hmm\u2019ed and perked up both furry ears.
\n\u201cWe need moar wezzie womance next year!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Shota!\u201d \u201cNo! Rezu!\u201d \u201cMoar Etna please\u201d
\nThe three specters argued \u2018til they all were dizzy.
\nBut Pietro merely grinned, \u2018ere he turned out his lights,
\n“Merry PAL\u2019mas to all, and to all a good-night!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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