UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: books

  • Granny Frass: On Women Who Go Quiet…

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    Granny Frass: On Women Who Go Quiet… Well now. Would you look who’s writing again? You thought she was gone, did you? Ah, pet… when a woman like that goes quiet, she’s not finished. She’s measuring. You see, there are two kinds of silence. There’s the silence of defeat. And then there’s the silence of…

  • Still a Dragon… Just Needed Winter…

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    Still a Dragon… Just Needed Winter… I’ve been gone a long while… Months, actually. And I won’t dress that up. Not because I had nothing to say, but because life required my full attention. Anyone who’s lived through a hard stretch knows this: there are seasons when you don’t narrate your life, you just live…

  • Beyond the Veil with Granny Frass…

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    An Interview with Granny Frass (From Beyond the Veil)… Who is Granny Frass? For those of you new around here, Granny Frass is my maternal grandmother, or at least the character she’s become on this blog. In life, she was the backbone of our family: tough as old boots, sharp-tongued, but full of heart. She…

  • Inflation, Puppets, and the Great Reset…

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    I’m sitting here tired after a long day in the charity shop, and one thing I can’t ignore anymore is how many people are turning to second-hand. Not because it’s quirky or trendy, but because they have no choice. Families, pensioners, and students are all looking for ways to make ends meet. Why pay silly…

  • Farmageddon: Episode 100 in Bully Land…

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    Episode 100: The NPC Strikes Back 🎬 Previously, on Life in Bully Land… A funny thing is that I was waiting to post an epic one for the 100th Bully post, and he complied! Rust. Turf. Drama. A turf shed doubling as Jurassic Park. A villain who doesn’t twirl a mustache but does hoard prehistoric…

  • The Shop That Sells Nothing…

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    Now this is a tough one. Because, truth be told, opening a shop is the last thing I’d ever want to do. Shops mean transactions. Price tags. Plastic shelves full of items we don’t need but somehow buy anyway. Honestly, in my head, we were better off without them. I’m more into the barter system,…

  • Episode 98- Meter Men and Other Middle-Aged Power Fantasies…

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    Well well well… guess who was here again today? Yes. Himself. The Lord of the Faurel Hill. The High Priest of Poles and Wires. The man who reads a meter like it’s a sacred rite, and always, always, leaves the flap open just enough to say: “I was here.” Every single time. Only when I’m…

  • Dragons Never Die, They Just Get Better at Hiding…Granny Frass..

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    Dragons Never Die, They Just Get Better at Hiding… A Message from Beyond by Granny Frass (with commentary from 🐾Sir Percival, the Afterlife’s Premier Cat)… Now listen here, love. All this talk about dinosaurs being dragons? You’re not just sniffing around the truth, you’re practically dancing on it in muddy boots. And I say that…

  • Granny Frass (from beyond the veil)…

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    Granny Frass on Bullies, Schemes & The Captive Rebel… Well now, child, I’ve been watching this carry-on from the other side, and let me tell you… It’s every bit as pathetic as I expected.You always were the bright one. The one who saw through the grown-ups before you could even tie your shoes. And let…

  • Episode 88 – Scrap Heaps and Swinging D*ks…

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    Scrap Heaps and Swinging D*ks: A Bully Tale… Did you ever notice how some people can’t leave well enough alone? Like, the world could be spinning happily on its axis, the birds chirping, the dogs wagging, and here comes Bully, striding in like a constipated sheriff in a one-horse town, ready to declare war on…