TGFiction COTTAGEPUNK
Stories that take root by day and glow after dark.
A story of a dream fulfilled, of being given the opportunity of living the life missed the first time around by the use of virtual reaity and cloning technolgy of the possible foreseeable future.
It started with the birth of a long awaited child. Then there was a blessing – or to be more precise three blessings – then a curse, then another blessing, then somewhere along the line another birth – well four actually, but one that stood out. What happened next was... well it's easier of you read it for yourselves. I was going to do this in instalments, but then I though why bother. Here it is. All of it. Enjoy (I hope).
Oh yes, for those of you with a less than pristine mind and a limited grasp of English vocabulary, a muff was a sort of tube of fur used to keep young lady's hands warm long before it was that other thing
Jack finds a magical spirit and starts to make wishes. It turns out that words are a lot more important than intentions.
Now where do I start? Well they say that the beginning is always a good place, so here goes. I have always been a storyteller but lately everything has changed. It seems that my tall tales aren't as tall as I always thought, at least they aren't after I tell them, that is.
