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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
Owl EyesGentle words
Shining like arches of light
Against a spacecraft's portal glass.
The city sleeps beneath us
As you, without question,
Allow me to discover
The world I lost to time and indifference
So many years ago.
Your warm and loving kindness
Comforts me even in the furthest reaches
Of outer space.
Here with you
I feel a new kind of peace
Among the echoes of the future.
Among these February lights.
The MistakeWhat do you mean, the spell didnt work?
Lawrence blinked at his friend while trying to figure out the best way to tell him. Jim had always prided himself on his looks and this little mishap was clearly going to upset him.
Well, Lawrence said carefully. Its not that noticeable.
Jim didnt seem convinced. He scrunched up his brow and made a beeline for the mirror. Not wasting a second, Lawrence leapt in front and spread this arms out wide so that the billowing sleeves of his robe completely obscured Jims line of sight.
You dont want me to. Trust me.
Move it already!
Lawrence sighed and stepped out of Jims way. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the shouting-fest that was sure to follow. Since the two of them first met in their first year of wizard school, Jim had been the vainest, sha
Artist's BlockArtists Block
(to the tune of Exodus by Evanescence)
My black staedtler filled with hopes and ink.
Twenty minutes, Ill sit down to think.
Never thought I would get better a-a-a-a-at this.
Thought it a thousand times but no-o-o-o-ow Im losing hope.
Here in my bedroom,
I know Im not very good
But Im not giving up this early on.
Months of practice and its pretty slow.
Sketchbook screams out and I whisper no.
Pens gone dry, my pencil broke, I do-o-ont know what to draw.
Giving up is not an option, try-y-y-y-ying this hard.
Turn to a fresh page.
Im still not very good
But thats why I cant quit this early on.
Here in my bedroom,
One of these days Ill get good
And then it will a-a-a-a-all have paid off.
Show me the artist who doesnt have to try.
So I will keep trying til its right.
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