(Anathema)


Congratulations, YOU HAVE FOUND A HIDDEN FILE. Go ahead and read if you like, but please keep in mind that I have hidden these for a reason. These are bad or controversial works that I am more ashamed of than my other work ... or in the words of Shakespeare
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended—
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.


Disclaimer 1: Most of this is fanfic. That means I do not own any of it. I just borrow it to play with for a little while and let people see the pathetic results if they really want to.

Disclaimer 2: I'm not making any money from it. It's just for fun.

Disclaimer 3: What isn't borrowed is all made up. None of this is real or most likely at all realistic. Please don't trust any of the information in here. Most likely you know more about whatever I'm writing about than I do.

Disclaimer 4: Attitudes, views and opinions expressed by the characters or in the story are not necessarily those of the author. Even when writing Science Fiction or Fantasy I do not tend to attempt to create perfect/better worlds in which everybody gets a happy end ... or whatever is best for them. Please accept that some characters will have a bad ending or be unhappy.

Disclaimer 5: I intend no insult to anyone. If I offend anyone I'm very sorry. Please understand that it was an accident as I tend to be very clumsy in these things.

Disclaimer 6: If my characters' conversations seem odd or they appear to be talking past each other the latter might occasionally be intentional, but most likely it is an accident and I'm not aware that they are. It's just my bad communication skills.


Poison Ivy

Anathema had mentioed a salve meant for poison ivy burns in a thread. I wondered why they'd have it in Lower Tadfield ...




"Crowley!" That was Aziraphale's smiting voice.

"Something wrong, angel?" There really shouldn't be. He'd been practising sloth all day.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about that dreadful, itching rash on poor Pepper's arms?" Aziraphale looked sternly at the demon.

"Why would I?"

"She's been working in your favourite corner of the greenhouse all day."

"She probably got into the poison ivy, then. I warned her to stay away from it. It's not my fault, if they don't listen."

"And just how could that get into our garden, Crowley?"

"Well, I've been importing a few foreign plants for research ..."



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