The Memoir of The Forgotten_HOW MUCH CHANGE IS IN YOUR POCKET?_Magical Unicorn Potion_The path we ch
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The Memoir of The Forgotten
Leaving Mr. Kephu’s shop of unextraordinary capes and cloaks by 58th and the gateway wall, I spotted the prints of a shadow trotting atop the marble fence enclosing the District of Magic. Incredibly, the shadow was on the fence. Not off to the side, neither above it nor below it. Quite impossible. It wasn’t often mages were given a chance to ascend the societal ladder, a discovery of magical importance here or there and suddenly, the towering walls separating the Academy of Berryben and yourself shrink. So, I did the only logical thing a mage in my position would do, I followed it, past Gantr...
HOW MUCH CHANGE IS IN YOUR POCKET?
Somethings change and some things never change. I thought about this for quite a while and looked back on life's ups and downs. Smirking while going down memory lane was fun, until I pondered and criticized myself. Of course, I found a lot of self-doubt, stupid and dumbing down moments that were not cool. Why? The kids in the middle of the family had the good, the bad and the ugly moments. I was in the middle and more times than not, had to play the nice card. Big sis had the say, all the time, and was a bulldozer from the get-go. Sometimes it was fun and then I wanted to run and hide under th...
Magical Unicorn Potion
Rachel found it near Marahoon’s cabin labeled “Magical Unicorn Potion.” She put the vial into her hoodie pocket, got on her bicycle and raced home. She was barely able to speak when she got to my house to show me the vial. It was no secret Marahoon was a sorcerer, an evil one at that.“Do you really think this is a magic potion?” She asked me. Rachel Narrack had been my neighbor for as long as I could remember. She was as level headed as anyone I had ever known, but this was anything we had ever encountered on our excursions into the dark woods. Our parents had given us stern warnings ...
The path we choose.
I suppose it could be worse, he told himself, I might have ended up on the side with the bear. Max scrabbled his feet against the earth, struggling to find a foothold before his weight pulled him down. Desperate, he dug his fingernails into the dirt trying to gain purchase on something that wasn’t there. He looked ahead into the forest, his chin at ground level, focusing on the mosswww.onedoor.cc-covered tree trunk lying a mere three feet away. The edges of the trunk were crumbling away, softened by the natural dampness of the forest. Sun-dappled leaves spattered the moss with flickering light and shadows....