Every Witch Way_Insel der Toten_Halloween for Zen_The Map Room
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Every Witch Way
Dearly BelovedI have called you here today because it’s traditional for witches to be given their wings - ha! – on This Night.Frankly, I think it’s a silly idea. If it were for me, I would have convened this meeting on October 1, so by today you’d awww.onedoor.ccll be well-practiced in the Arts, and also in the Non-Arts. But Orders are Orders. As it is, we’ll just have to wing it, and meet again next Sunday, to compare notes.First – The Arts.You will see that on the Booklet I have prepared for you, I have, by dint of habit, included the famous excerpt which we will now all recite together: Fillet of a fen...
Insel der Toten
The salty breeze of the Baltic Sea greeted me coldly as I climbed from the hatch and onto the main deck. The wind blew brilliantly, gripping the masts with its mighty hands and rushing our ship along with the current. Captain Lukan stood firm, hands on his hips, and gazing upon the sea before him. He dressed in Germany’s colors; our homeland. He was a prideful man, dressing our ship in German flags, and singing folk songs when nights grew dim and dreary. Lukan was different from the typical pirate captain, in the way that he believed in family, and togetherness, but I suspected that the only...
Halloween for Zen
Zen was so excited, Today was the day, It was finally here. He had waited forever { four whole years } to be able to Trick or Treat. We spent weeks looking for the perfect costume. A Pirate, An Astronaut, A little green Army man, or Maybe A Cowboy or An Indian. He wanted something Adventurous for his first time. Something that would be original not like a Prince or a Robot or a comic book character. He wanted something real and old fashioned, Something that screamed Zen. We searched store after store, Looked at thousands of costumes available. But in the end, he wanted to be Zen. He wore his f...
The Map Room
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Simi said, her arms crossed. I took a controlled inhale, breathing in the anxiety, coffee-infused smell that made up the map room. So many victories had been decided here."Seriously?" I didn't take my eyes off the map, determined not to let her shake my stance. This was happening whether or not a certain elf wanted it to. "You are giving up, this is the dumbest plan, I have ever heard!" She snapped, moving next to me, her dark eyes drilling into my head. "Weren't you the one that said I was a selfish jerk? That I didn't think of anyone...