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Lessons of the Pixie
Pixies are always hated in folklore, fiction, fantasy. But we are as real as those Funions you are eating right now or your new Prius. The only way to become a mischievous pixie-like me is to go to school for it. What, you thought pixies just randomly are mischievous or have vendettas. No, we come in all fields and walks of life. There is a school dedicated to pixies and we get to major in what we want. I even went to this school when I was a young briny little thing but I was shaped into the mischievous little being that I am because of the school for pixies. And yes I majored in mischievous ...
Towards the Burning Sphere
"Fly above the skies and lower your gaze... then tell me what you can see.""I see their human hands cultivating what's in their minds, no matter how dangerous it is for the Earth, they wouldn't care if their creations will wipe out nature's vitality.But when time kept ticking around the clock and their minds are fueled with scary logic and knowledge, the shapes and the sizes and the height of the human's innovation from stones and metals can now surpass the height of a bird's flight and kill it with one bullet.Humans are the wildest animals of the Earth."That was my honest answer to its questi...
The Office
The Office Nellie watched; from between the slats of the bin where she was hiding, as her aunt left with the killer. She waited a full minute before she left the bin. This was mainly due to the concern she had about the man seeing her emerge from her hiding place. She had been going about her business; helping her aunt close up the shoppe; then the knock on the door, followed by her aunt using her childhood signal for danger, had chilled her to the bone. Nellie knew her aunt to be one of the most stable and reasonable people in her life. If the shoppe keeper felt that there was danger; then Ne...
The Language of Crows & Ravens
“Oh, here’s a fun one,” Celandine muttered to herself, examining the thin leather tome in her hands. Crooked Creek’s library was odd—the most interesting place in town, she thought. Somehow, this tiny backwater possessed myriad ancient nonsense books. Like the work in her hands: The Language of Crows and Ravens by Koronis Floros. She’d found it in the library’s Foreign Language section, so she didn’t think it was intended as fiction or satire. It looked like something a tanner-turned-amateur-bookbinder had thrown twww.onedoor.ccogether, but—when she opened it—the yellowing and mold-spotted pages themselves ...