D:L&L - Part 16 | Lion: Turning Tale
We were all made murderers that day. The first of many kills for me, for her. Poor Elphalba never had a chance. Hind sight is 20/20; if only we weren’t so foolish then. If only we had been able to see the true evil glimmering in a sparkling gown behind an angelic face and a tight ass. I have to give credit to Glinda. She pulled our strings to get her way. Now that psycho bitch rules Emerald City and all the lands. Taking the throne from straw face was easy for her. She had spun her lies so they were easily believed. If only we could go back, maybe things would have turned out differently. Now the psychotic witch is up to her tricks again. What the hell does she want?
D:L&L - Part 15 | Narrator: NewsFlash
‘Stay indoors. Do not attempt to travel to Bright Lettins or its outlying villages. Lock your doors.’
D:L&L - Part 14 | Narrator: Golden Hair and Slippered Feet
It had been lighting just like this when he’d come to her. The brush had fallen to the floor when he’d touched her naked shoulder, softer at first that she had expected – not a rushed, crushing, ragged onslaught.
D:L&L - Part 13 | Scarecrow: Through the Fog
I think now would be the best time to say that I don’t have much of a head for heights. Hanging from a pole in a field is one thing; hurtling through the air via monkey-power is another. Memories of my adventures with little Dorothy and the others came flooding back. Only this time there was no Wicked Witch of the West overseeing proceedings. It was just me, Turlo and a purple fog you’d need a knife and fork to wade through. I didn’t want to look down; so I looked up at my pilot.