Damage ReportDon't you tell me a lie.I know it's easyBut please don't make me cry.Saying things I can't stand.I know I'm fragileBut I trusted your hand.I'm not scared or annoyed.Nothing in me is damaged or destroyed.I've heard it all since who knows when.And it may take some time to trust you again.Don't you preach that you know.I know I'm differentBut I put on a show.And I won't tell you a lieAnd it's not easyBut I just might say goodbye.
Greywald the FantasticalSunlight spilled into the chamber where Greywald the Fantastical practiced magic. The accomplished wizard was getting on in years, and although he had no intention of retiring anytime soon, the other wizards in the kingdom were keenly keeping an eye open for any opportunity to inherit his prestigious position. Greywald paid no attention, as he knew it was better to focus on matters at hand and ignore the rumors.He did, however, have one grievance. This grievance was Avery Questmore, a young knight who had read too many adventure books and suspected that Greywald was holding a special mission for him for when the time was right. This wasnt true at all, but that didnt stop Avery from pestering him every day.When the timekeeper showed half past eight, Greywald set down the book he was poring over and tended to the more urgent business of securing all fragile objects. He was just setting aside the last crystal ball when h
Little Red Ninja HoodOnce upon a time, there was a little girl who had a black belt in several forms of martial arts. She was also a master of stealth and deception. One day, the little girl, who we will call Red for todays purposes, went to visit her grandmother. Reds grandmother lived in a tiny cottage in the middle of the woods because she had a mysterious ailment that was aggravated by urban living conditions. Therefore, a little stroll off the beaten path was required. Of course, Red had no fear of traversing the woods. After all, she was a ninja.She packed a picnic basket, put on her namesake red riding cloak, and journeyed into the woods. Before long, she was approached by a wolf. It was a special wolf, Red could tell. It was bipedal, diurnal, and apparently capable of speech. It talked like Craig Ferguson.Helloooooo there, cheeky monkey! Said