Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


December 27th 2012 in Microfiction

With the new year almost here, Sauron pondered his resolutions. Being less obsessive compulsive about The Ring would certainly give him some work/life balance, but he wondered if something simpler would be easier to achieve. Maybe he could take a bit of black magic and build a mighty eyelid.  “Yesssss!” he thought to himself, elated. Everything would be better if he could occasionally get eight hours of shuteye.

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