The Greengrocer washed his hands in cabbage juice every morning; It gave his skin that crisp yet supple flavour one looks for in a father figure. He had hoped this would improve his, frankly, dismal yam sales, but alas it only hastened his metamorphosis i...
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It started with a whisper. A subtle phrase ripening within my conscious mind. “Devour the world,” it said. Slowly I rolled out of bed and dragged my limp body across the weathered linoleum floor to the edge of the room. It was almost midday. “Too early fo...
Christopher's Toil
his recent lack of human contact had done little to dispel the myth...A gentle breeze rustled the leaves which had been scattered haphazardly around the secluded woodland cabin. The local druids knew that the spirits of the trees from which the leaves had been collected would wander the nearby environment to watch over thei...
The journey truthward is undertaken along a tortuous path connected along the way to the many avenues of ideology.One must be fervent to maintain the path you set out on against the arresting appeals of false understanding which beg at all sides for your ...
Order is the semblance of understanding, like a sturdy ship upon which we sail precariously above the oceans of suppressed concerns.The steady sway of the ocean can appear as an alluring expanse of conquered space until at once, the unexpected dangers of...
Several times a month, Pete the village tailor would take the afternoon off work to meander through the streets and along the refreshing country trails. Today was one such day.Exiting the front gate of his small cottage home, Pete breathed in the fresh da...
It was precisely that which had been implemented to prevent the disaster which ultimately ensured it. The great minds of old, abandoned to dusty shelves and the weathered ways of some, shone beyond the populace.War to end war.Theft to end theft.Slaves to...
The frivolous waste of the upper echelon is what fuelled the re-emergence, but it was not what sparked it.Seven wispy whispers fell from the mouths of the reformers, eroding the long-lasting stability of the fringe. Only the ebbing congeries remained to t...
It is the way in which the world has become. Five frights and a minority rest. The swirls of feeling in the lights, summoning the thoughts of the younger, illuminating those of the elder in a short, yet magical revolution that only touches the surface of...
Slowly, Jim and the wizard ascended through the roof of the house and began to undergo metamorphosis into their true reptilian form. Meanwhile, the young man without a face had the Senior Horse tied to a candy pole, ready for the removal of its lymphatic...
As Jim entered the room, he noticed the Senior horse had dissappeared. The room he had just walked into was full of albino walruses excreting donkey livers.As Jim flopped around the room, the Tall Wizard of the library appeared behind him, Screeching the...
The man who lived in the library, Chapter 3: the Quest for the Ale-Producing Doorknobs
The knobs do exist...Jim and the young man backed into the corner of the cave. "Hello my young liversquabs, what may I do for you and your friend," exclaimed the Senior Horse as he vomited midget Llamas from his third mouth on his earlobe."Great and powerful Senior Horse, we...
"Good sir!" exclaimed the young man, "I know of such doorknobs! They can be found in the Pancreas Province in the den of Fruit cakes!"The tall wizard turned to the man and began to urinate. All of a sudden, the floor began to shake as a piddle-portal to t...