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“life is a bitch so enjoy it ;p”
― Sade

“Em. Are you the Loch Ness Monster?�� Archie stuttered shuffling back a step.
“Aghhh! M, M, Monster. Monster.�� Gordon shrieked, he turned his huge body and run further down the cavern to a boulder no more than six feet tall in the center, Gordon hid behind it.”
― Mark A. Cooper, Archie Wilson & The Beasts of Loch Ness

“And, oh yes, I did see Nessie! But that was much later on after a late evening that involved several pints and more than my share of Scapa Flow whisky. Nice girl. Pretty face. Longish neck. Not much in the leg department.”
― Ian MacGregger, The Toast of Broadway: An Omega-AlphaThriller

“You do know that I can’t just will mythical beings into existence, right?��
“Not with that attitude, you can’t.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Lost Souls

“I groaned as me limbs grew to immense proportions an' me neck stretched. Moss-coloured scales emerged upon me slick skin. Me snout elongated and me teeth sharpened to the size o' small dirks.”
― K.V. Wilson, Guardian

“We’ll actually be staying several nights in Dunadhar Castle but one night, we’re going to be camping out at Loch Ness, just to see if we can catch a glimpse of Nessie.��
“Branching out, huh?�� Mikey asked.
“Don’t tell me you’re not a believer, Mikey.��
“In a massive sea dragon?��
Luke sighed.
Everyone's a skeptic.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Lost Souls

“God, can you imagine what discovering the Loch Ness Monster would do to Luke's ego?”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Lost Souls

“Inexplicable by Stewart Stafford

I ran into Bigfoot,
Or John Paul Yeti,
Told me of aliens,
Found by SETI.

E.T.s kidnapped me,
And I lost two hours,
Hurts to sit down now,
They never sent flowers.

Nessie gives the hump,
Or is it a boat’s wake?
So proud to be Scottish,
Bagpipes in the loch/lake.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Nessie cackles, tossing back her head of matted brunette locks, wildly beautiful even in a state of disarray.
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― K.V. Wilson, Guardian

“Nessie cackles, tossing back her head of matted brunette locks, wildly beautiful even in a state of disarray. "Thought ye could get rid of me, Nwyfre? You're a damned fool, boy. Forever I'm yours. Forever and beyond.”
― K.V. Wilson, Guardian