My Blanket has a Mind of its Own_A Skein of Fables_Spelled and Mindless_About Pecht
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My Blanket has a Mind of its Own
Did I ever tell you about the time my blanket tried to kill someone? Yeah, it’s quite the story. And I swear, it’s totally true. You see, it all started when I was at the park totally minding my own business. I mean, I guess I wasn’t totally minding my own business because I was on Earth and not our plane.As you might know, we are occasionally able to travel to another plane of existence. One that doesn’t have magic, at least not the kind that we are used to. I guess the closest thing to magic they have there is neurochemicals. Melatonin, dopamine, and oxytocin. You and I are able to manipula...
A Skein of Fables
A Skein of Fables I entered our local town’s bookstore and surveyed my children’s books lining a section at a corner where the children sat on yellow, soft pillow-like seats like mushrooms beneath them. They lolled, laughed and ran around while others sat quietly reading the books. These were moments www.onedoor.ccI appreciated. The delight I had of bringing books to children for them to read. My illustrator, Maggie Dill, made them more magical with colorful drawings in pastel crayons which made the books more accessible to children, as though they drew the books themselves with the simplest of figures. Da...
Spelled and Mindless
Eleanor peeked around the corner of the palace's stone hall and gasped. She felt absolute rage at her mother for telling such a lie. There was no strange aura or mist. There was no woman with robes of satin and gold. Just two wooden doors were being guarded by two of her spelled family members. Eleanor shrank down along the wall and sobbed. It was hopeless. She would never be able to prevent the kingdom from being overrun by its spelled citizens."Hark! Who goes there?" One of the guards, her father, fixed the holding on his spear. He turned to her aunt. "Hear that, Milan?""No," her mother's si...
About Pecht
Pecht had found over the years that he sometimes lost track of time. He knew that this happened to a lot of inpiduals. He didn’t think that this happened to a lot of people like himself; because technically, he wasn’t “people”.Now Pecht did not forget anything; ever. It might sometimes take him a moment to speak or act: because he was recalling so much and contemplating so many possibilities, but to outward appearances he could seem somewhat scatterbrained.Pecht was a Pixie. These days, it was exceedingly rare to encounter any sort of being/creature from the non-human world.There were a variet...