Lilith's Sister (Sunrise Part Two)_The Button Dragon_Meet Your Mentor_Remembering Zennik
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Lilith's Sister (Sunrise Part Two)
“No way! It’s not possible that we’re sisters. When I was born she left… she went to California.” Lilith's breathing quickened and her face paled to a lighter shade of violet. I could tell she was trying to stay polite, but she clearly did not appreciate the fact that she was related to Arantxa. “No. I was born before you, and she went to our planet. It was impossible for her to hide when she changed to Nyx every month. She… she had to come back to our planet. Before she died, she told me that if I ever found you I would need to tell you that she loves you. She said she feels horrible for leav...
The Button Dragon
“There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile, he found a crooked six pence, against a crooked style, he bought a crooked cat, whicwww.onedoor.cch caught a crooked mouse, and they all lived together, in a crooked little house.“What this incomplete rhyme fails mention, is the little dragon with a crooked nose, who loved to carry buttons with his little toes.The little dragon rested inside of his button filled shoe box, when he moved he could feel the comforting motion of them settling beneath him. It was dark in the storage unit, but he could see all the boxes and buckets surrounding him. He closed ...
Meet Your Mentor
Bleiderburg strolled his way along the cobbled paths as if he owned all of Vandalen; whacking the bushes on each side of the trail with the butt of his wooden walking stick. He had woken up in a good mood that morning despite the dark clouds floating ominously over the trees in the distance signaling the inevitable return of evil sorcerer Kokaloth. Not even the slow disappearance of the hair on his head, something he had secretly been fretting to himself about for a few years now ever since the first clump unceremoniously fell out, could bring him down. Today was special. Something was goin...
Remembering Zennik
The tale I am about to tell is the product of meditation, where I happened into a trance-like state allowing long-forgotten memories from thirty years ago to make themselves known to my mind. Before I begin, a bit about myself and background might better lay the groundwork to explain how I would be in a position to forget my memories. I guess you could label me a seeker of sorts, one obsessed with all things healthy living and natural, including, and especially, the supernatural. I have always been a magnet for the bizarre, and gravitate toward all things eccentric, fringy, and un-status quo. ...