Mad Scientist (pouring doubleshots of Bacardi 151): "He's not an alcoholic, I made him that way because I need a drinking buddy because if you drink alone you're an alcoholic but we drink together so we're not alcoholics. And also I hate your face."

Robot: "Fuck your judgements pal.  We're hard livers with hard livers."  *belches flames*

Narrator: "Okay, cool, but why does your robot also shoot heroin?"

Mad Scientist: "Because his band is having creative differences and not everything he does is my idea.  This little bitch became self-aware after like, what, six shots?"

Robot: "Existence is pain."

Narrator: "Fair point.  Pass that bottle."

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Unphased it stood as the debri settled, eyes trained the stump that spouted its impure blood. I clutched my own which had been cauterized. Unlike the devil before me, I would not bleed out. If it truly did not remember itself, then this would have proven a golden opportunity to end our troubles once and for all. If only ...

I watched the wretched take a step backwards. It disgusted me it seemed to not comprehend that it's life was ending. We'd taken too long to find it once more and given it enough time to live in such peace among our kind that it had forgotten how to fear death.

Behind me were the bodies of my cousin and my great uncle. The beast had merely slain them with its bare hands, out of character of how grandfather had described it's method. I made no sudden movement as to not trigger any instinct of it. If I lived, that would be fortunate though I understood that if it did not die from this then I would not be the one to kill it, it'd already proven too formidable for even I.

And it seemed so that fate did not shine upon me. The predatory crimson red eyes that illuminated through the smoke and locked onto me seemed to be look directly through me. It's reactions had made be begin to doubt myself. That maybe, just maybe, we'd been attacking the wrong individual, but the eyes that stalked me now left no room for doubt.

This was most definitely the one. This creature that stood before me, wearing human flesh, that creature was undoubtedly our long eternal enemy. This was the living vampire, the first vampire, the one with a beating heart unlike the rest of its unholy kin and an enemy to humanity as a whole. The first demon to roam earth.

The only one to have gained life ages ago, overcoming its natural deathly state and circumventing its decay by feeding directly off of human life span. My family will forever seek to destroy it for we know its history.

Our family would instill into the young why we must not let it go unchallenged. Why we must eradicate its existence:

> If not for it, humanity would have 1000 year life spans, however it was the one who snuck the serpent into the garden. Upon the ejection of Adam and Eve from the protection of the garden, it was bold and had taken 70 years, causing them to die at 930 years of age. It grew stronger and more efficient as it siphoned their life and as more humans ... more food for it appeared. It was the one who convinced Cain to kill Abel. Being less capable of defending against the vampire without his brother, it managed to increase its strength and steal another 200 years from humanity, Cain died at 730. By the time of Abraham it had reduced us to 175 year and by Moses, 120. It was at it's peak strength during the middle ages, it's strength manifesting in physical nature, the plague, until my ancestors fought it to within an inch of its life and forced it into hiding. It was weakened to the point that it hand to relinquish 70 years of its efficiency to remain alive and heal its wounds without alerting my family to its whereabouts. While we're once again able to live past 100, we shan't allow it to continue to feed of of us.

I could feel my life fading as it began to walk towards me and focus its siphoning on me. A strand of my hair began to turn gray and in turn its bleeding stopped and its arm began to pulsate. I used my fading strength to leap towards the corpse of my uncle where my amulet had fallen during our fight prior. The beast had unintentionally ripped it from my neck in reaction to it burning its skin. It was the only thing that could stop what it was trying to do. It of course would recognize this to move in a blur to smack my body away before I'd even landed on the ground.

My sight blurred due to developing cataracts and my body grew frail. My thin arm slowly moved reach into my pouch but the abomination would crouch before me and gently overpower my strength, gripping my forearm before snapping it. I was too weak to release any sound of pain. It would stop taking my life for but a moment to meet my eyes that were now level with its own.

I would see such hate and abhorrence in its pupils. Hate that I'd shattered is brief era of joy, that we'd found it, that it knew exactly what my motive was. Despite my attempts to preserve my life, I did not fear death. My death would only serve to reignite my family's flame. My death would mean we'd gone too soft. They would train my young kin to be better warriors than I, those of equal caliber to the ones that had driven the creature into hiding many centuries ago. Warriors that would now have the technology easily cause mortal harm to it such as I did.

It now understood that its stolen time is running out. It is not us who must seek it, now it is it who must seek us. It would have to eliminate my family before we could breed its demise.

Kill or be killed.

My body would slump as it took its final breath. The last thing I would see is a dark mass spreading its large wings to take flight. Even if we failed, even if it took all our lives, it would not be able to cover up the deaths of a family as prominent as ours. There were many contingencies .... and many .... failsafes ... we had set in this new era. We are ... no one's ... prey.

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The dagger clattered onto the floor.

"Say, could you remind me about why you're all trying to kill me again? Sort of forgot."

Her struggling halted as I held her forearm in my grasp. Her already racing heartbeat increased in cadence. Had I said something offensive? Her gaze lowered to where I could no longer see her eyes due to the overhang of her light brown hair obscuring them.

"After the hundreds of years it took to discover your hiding spot, I have to say that you truly are as evil as Grandfather described you. Do our lives really mean that little you to you? Do you truly see us as nothing more than cattle, you wretched parasite?"

"... Look, I don't really know or care about whatever your prattling on about. I just asked a reasonably simple question. All I wish to do is live in peace and that is proving to be difficult with you people constantly showing up for the past few days to try to kill me. The least you can do is explain why."

"Live in peace? You've killed millions of us each day since time immemorial. My family has sworn their lives to eradicate you and your kind for generations and now you are saying that you forgot!? "

"..."

My head tilted in confusion. I had no idea what this lady was talking about. I haven't killed anyone in a long time, save for past few days. Though I'd say those were justified, after all I was only defending myself.

"Hey lady, your friends over there wouldn't be dead had they not tried to kill me. You all attacked me, not the other way around. If you would just explain yourself then maybe we could simply talk things through. No one deserves to die."

This caused her to once more to meet my gaze. Her eyes analyzed my face as if she was searching for something. The scowl she wore before slowly morphed to be more akin to disgust then, pity, then finally amusement. She burst into laughter.

"Oh I understand now. Y-you poor pathetic thing, [laughs] you're being sincere aren't you!? Your evil has become so second nature to you that you aren't even aware of it anymore, are you? Tell me, is it confabulation or is it delusion [laughs]!? H-have you been hiding amongst our kind for so long that you believe you're human now!? Or were you so unable to live with your sins and transgressions against humanity that you repressed your memory or fed yourself lies!?"

She wiped tears from her eyes, had she gone mental? Her heart was calm when her smile faded and her face grew calm.

"Though it matters not. You wish to know why we will never stop hunting you? Why you'll never live in peace? I will remind you you blood craving devil among devils with the satisfaction of shattering this illusion you have casted upon yourself! Do you remember what this does?" She asked, pulling a small device from her pocket and stabbed it into her forearm which I still held. I was clueless as to why she'd stab herself with a fancy looking dart and inflict self harm.

Blood craving? That bothered me more than it should. What was she talking about, I don't crave blood, plus that sounds utterly disgusting. I much more perfe- ... wait, ... what ... did I eat again? I honestly cannot remember what the last time I had a mea-

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An explosion occured between us. I still remained in my original position while she had flown back. Through the settling debris stood the lady using her free hand to clutch the nub that was once her forearm. The explosion had instantly cauterized it. She glared at me as she breathed heavily.

drip

I looked down to my arm. It too was now a nub. Unlike the lady's, mines had been farther from the explosions focal point. It had not be cauterized and still bled. Squirted even.

drip

We stood still for a while as the dust still settle. It seemed so surreal looking at the empty space where my arm use to be spouting blood like a water gun. I began to feel woozy. This would kill me, wouldn't it?

drip

There had to be some way to prevent this ... I-I've had an injury like this before haven't I? How did I do it last time again? My body involuntarily took a step backwards to prevent myself from falling. I looked around for something, anything, until my ears focused on the one constant sound they'd always heard.

Ba-dump

My eyes focused the chest of the lady who still hadn't moved. They focused on what lie underneath the flesh. The fruit that beat and pulsated and filled her body with life ... oh that's right ... I remember now. It's been a long time hasn't it?

A will-o'-the-wisp (Celtic) takes a man to a secret place, revealing another lost traveler in need of help.

I'm interested! I like what you've written so far.

The frog and the scorpion… but the frog has a few new tricks up it’s sleeve

<Fantasy / Comedy>

"And you're certain this won't harm me?" the knight asked, eyeing the black liquid in the vial.

"Quite certain," the aged man said, slowly churning another concoction in his large cauldron, "No dragon would dare consume you once you imbibe it. But it only lasts for twenty-four hours."

Sir Phillip frowned and sighed, upending the vial and drinking its contents. It tasted bitter and metallic, like blood but with an acrid, smoky aftertaste.

"I should not need it that long," he said, sliding the visor of his helm back into place as he left the apothecary's shop. His horse was ready to go outside and he mounted up, riding out of town for the slopes of the Smoking Mountain.

Sir Phillip, Knight of the Realm, was terrified of dragons. Everyone was, but the beasts were a specific phobia of his. He became a knight because dragons destroyed his childhood village and killed his parents. However, every chance to face them that arose, he always ran or hid. But not today. Today he was going to do what needed to be done and save this hamlet from the monsters' tyranny.

The knight rode his horse as high up the mountain paths as it would take him before it's own instinctual fear of the beasts stopped it in its tracks. Phillip dismounted his loyal steed and gave it a swat on the rear, encouraging it to return back down the mountain. He would not force his horse to make the possibly one way journey with him.

It took a day to finish scaling the heights, but finding the lair was easy enough once he was near the summit. The large hole, devoid of snow, with visible steam coming from it was the obvious hold of the dragons.

There were three of the great beasts inside, a red, a blue, and a green, and each was lounging on a pile of gold, jewels, and bones respectively. Their heads lazily turned towards Sir Phillip as he marched in, sword drawn and shield raised. He thought they looked lethargic, likely having recently devoured a herd of cattle or something of that nature.

Phillip stood his ground, his knees quaking in fear, and held his sword aloft. If he could do this without conflict, that would be the best option. The best way out.

"Dragons!" he said, his voice echoing inside his helm, "I come to you prepared to-AHHHHH!" he screamed as the blue dragon leaned closer and snapped him up in its jaws. The three dragons tore the knight to shreds, peeled off his armor, and devoured him. After that nice snack, the trio returned to their slumber.

The next day, the old man from the apothecary entered the cave and looked around. The remnants of the knight were scattered about, and the dragons were dead on their horded treasure. The old man nodded, satisfied with his work.

Poisoned bait was the easiest way to deal with dragons.

He snapped his fingers and several retainers with horses and carts entered. The horde was collected while the old man set about to dissecting the monsters, harvesting them for the alchemical ingredients they contained. He might need more poison in the future.

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r/TomesOfTheLitchKing

I sat in my seat at the little café I'd taken a liking to, sipping my coffee, the place was empty now, and I liked it that way. I didn't need the caffeine, on top of my immortality I'd developed a near immunity to the stuff centuries ago. Still, it was nice to feign normalcy, and the coffee was pretty good. As I put my cup of coffee down, a server came by, giving me a smile.

"Hello, how are you? Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, thank you, the service here is impeccable," I replied, smiling in return.

Then, a lot of things happened at once. My server tensed, and a moment later, I reacted, jumping out of the way of their knife. In the next moment, they recovered, leveling their knife on me as they glared at me.

"I knew it was you, when great-grandfather learns that I was the one who finally killed you, I'll go down as a family legend!"

"Oh my god, you people are still around?" I exclaimed exasperatedly, "and you've gotten bolder somehow. You can't hope that this will end well, this place has security cameras you know?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, now have at you!"

I dodged out of the way again, they were good, but I'd had over a millennia of practice, and they really couldn't compare. They took a stab at my heart and I disarmed them in a single motion, holding the knife to their throat I asked them a question I hadn't had the opportunity to in a long time.

"Okay, why are you people still after me? It's been over 7 centuries!"

"You killed my great-great-great grandfather James!"

"He tried to poison me!"

"Well, before that you killed my 6 times great grandfather Oliver!"

"Tried to throw me off of a cliff!"

"Alice The Dauntless!"

"Stabbed me with a rapier!"

"Duncan of Cumbria?"

"Dropped an anvil on me."

"Seriously? Like a Wile E Coyote sketch?"

"Oh it is like that I never realized that."

"Has every ancestor of mine you've killed tried to kill you first?"

"More or less."

"That... wait no! Why should I trust you? For all I know you're lying!"

"Why would I lie? I could kill you right now if I wanted to like, mess with you or your family."

"That uh... I mean that makes sense honestly."

"Yes it does, now, I ask you again, why do you want me dead?"

"I... I honestly don't know."

"That makes two of us," I said, bringing the knife away from their throat.

"Wait! You don't know either?!" My assailant questioned as they rubbed their neck.

"No I don't, the first one of you weirdos who jumped me back in 1271 was already screaming about a generation-spanning feud."

The two of us stood there for a moment, both of us considering what this meant.

"So... sorry for trying to kill you," they said, awkwardly scratching the back of their head.

"Apology accepted, now I'm going to go back and scramble the cameras so you don't get arrested."

"That's... that's very kind of you, also you know how to work a security system?"

"You learn a lot of skills when you're immortal, passes the time."

"Yeah, see you later?"

"Guess so."

Thank you! I was wondering if it was a little too jarringly spontaneous for other people, glad you liked it.

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"Bite my shiny metal ass"

[Rhapsody for the Curious]

Xander was thankful he had a chair. By now, he would have already grown tired of sanding in the white, void-like room. However, the idea of laying down and dropping his guard completely didn't appeal to him. He paced the room with his shoulder to the wall to try and define his space. But, the white wall blended in perfectly with the ceiling and floor. Everything was so evenly lit that he couldn't even find his shadow. The matte white chair also matched the environment enough that it was quite easy to lose.

Up until the moment Xander was escorted to the white cell, he was confident in his magical abilities. He touched the void, after all. He was actively researching it even as the Wizard's Council refused to acknowledge its existence. He assumed they wouldn't have the proper defenses for his new 'Void Magic' but he was instantly proven wrong. The room was completely devoid of magic. At least, it was until a white-haired teenager walked in.

She wore a white suit made from clean lines and sharp angles. It was completely different than Xander's own mage robes, or even the casual clothing of the villagers. A logo of red scissors was stitched to the front. Xander briefly wondered if she was a tailor before he realized the room was full of magic. The hairs on his neck tingled with energy as his mana sense came alive after the extended disconnect. The door to the cell closed again behind her; she had to be the source.

"Hello, Xander," she smiled at him. "My name is Rhapsody, I represent Sharp Development. You've been researching some interesting magic," she said. Xander sat up straighter in his chair and he tilted his head at Rhapsody. He assumed one of the Arch-Wizards would conduct his interview. Not a strange teenager from an unknown organization.

"What do you have to do with the Wizard's Council?" he asked.

"Everything," She said. "There is no Wizard's Council without Sharp Development. But, I am rather busy today. Let's talk about why you decided forbidden magic was useful for you."

"I wasn't doing anything evil!" Xander was quick to defend himself.

"So, you were doing something... good with the literal darkness of the universe?" Rhapsody asked.

"Maybe not good...," he admitted. He didn't have any noble goals with his research. "..but not evil! It was benign, I was just curious!"

"Curious about what?" she asked.

"The other si-," Xander caught himself before he finished the thought; but, it was too late. He had all her attention and there was no way she missed that. "..side," he said.

"Other side? Of what?" she asked.

"The other side of the Void...," he answered with a sigh. If he were face to face with an Arch-Wizard, he wouldn't have slipped up like that. But, Rhapsody was unexpected and the magic she carried with her was outright distracting.

"What makes you think there's something on the other side?" Rhapsody asked. Her question came with a smirk that Xander took as obvious mockery. But, Xander already made the mistake. The only way to seem less crazy was to give his reasoning.

"I touched it," he said. "I put my hand into the void.. through the void and out the other side. I sensed life and magic, normal magic."

"And that's it?" Rhapsody asked. "You just wanted to see what was on the other side?" Xander wouldn't have believed himself either. He already knew how powerful Void magic could be.

"That's it...," he nodded in defeat.

"Lucky for you, Sharp Development values curiosity very much," Rhapsody smiled.

"You believe me?!" Xander asked. He was thrilled for a single second until she shook her head; her long, snow-white hair waved like a curtain behind her head with the motion.

"Of course not," she said. "We rely on facts. The reason you're meeting me and not an Arch-Wizard is that we already know why you've been studying the Void. It's simply a matter of whether your story lined up with those facts; and, it does," she nodded. "I'd like to invite you to join the company." Xander leaned back in his seat as if trying to see the wider picture.

"You're offering me a job?" he asked.

"I'm going to clearly say yes," Rhapsody nodded. "...just so you start keeping up now. I already mentioned how much our company values curiosity; something you've proven yourself to be. Even in a society built around telling you not to be," she said.

"Doing what?" Xander asked.

"Sharp Development is a vast corporation with endless opportunities. Your job will be to find a way to help the company. Whether that be one of the available positions or you create your own is up to you."

"Can I research the void?" Xander asked.

"There's nothing for you to research," she shook her head. A saucer-sized black portal opened next to her as she did. "This is something you can already do," she said. She reached into it with her hand. "But, you've been holding back because it's 'Forbidden'. We'll help you get over that hump and...," her hand returned holding a white rose. "...research complete," she giggled.

"Wait..," Xander had a realization. You don't seem to mind that I was using forbidden magic... and you claim you run the council...?" he shook his head. "You can change it, can't you? Why is it even forbidden?"

"That's a simple answer," Rhapsody grinned. "Anyone can be curious when it's okay to be. Sharp Development wants people that are curious, even when they're told they can't be."

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Thank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is story #1893 in a row. (Story #083 in year six.). This story is part of an ongoing saga that takes place at a high school in my universe. It began on August 22nd and I will be adding to it with prompts every day until May 26th. They are all collected in order at this link.

A mournful dirge begins, tear-jerking choirs harmonizing with a soaring violin, bespeaking tragedies and losses known by none for generations.

A hand slowly raises, a small brick of pure deletion gripped tight in white-knuckled fingers. It moves across the snowy plaque, erasing a single line from existence before another hand shakily replaces it with an oval.

The "Days Since 'Humans are Space-Orcs Prompt'" counter has been reset from 1 to 0.

The children weep.

Well, you apparently don’t care enough to just look upwards either because the prompt itself has their names in it 🤣

“My name is Asterion. I am not a monster.”

A short pause, then,

“My name is Asterion. I am not a monster.”

Therion stilled, slowly sliding his bow off his shoulder.

“My name is- is Asterion.” The voice broke, interrupting itself with a soft sob. “I am not- I am not a monster.”

There’s someone else in here, Therion thought. He strung his bow with the ease of practiced fingers, and set an arrow to the string. He didn’t draw it, however; instead he summoned his courage.

“Asterion?” he whispered.

The labyrinth was silent. “W-who’s there?”

“My name is Therion,” he answered quietly. “Asterion is yours?”

He heard a low scraping sound, then the soft voice answered, “Yes?”

“How long have you been in here, Asterion?” Therion crept forward slowly, tightening his grip on the soft leather. “Are you alone?”

He could barely see in the blackness, but he could make out the hunched shape against the wall. It was. . . big. Very big. Bigger than a man, that was for sure.

His grip tightened. “Asterion?”

The shape shifted. Suddenly Therion had a terrible thought, one he didn’t want to voice but couldn’t help asking:

“Asterion, are you the Minotaur?”

Asterion wept, a hiccuping wail of grief and remorse and sorrow. “I-I’m a monster!” he wailed. “I’m a monster, Therion! A monster!

“My own mother thinks I’m a monster!”

Therion swallowed hard. “Asterion,” he said again, trying to ignore the frantic beating of his heart against his ribs.

“Are you scared of me, Therion? Are you scared?”

The boy was quiet for a long moment. “I. . . I don’t think so,” he answered slowly.

“It’s just- I’m so hungry, Therion, always so hungry! I can’t- I can’t control myself!” The Minotaur- no, Asterion wept louder. Therion flinched instinctively.

“I scare you, don’t I?”

Therion shook his head. “I’m not scared of you anymore. I don’t think you’ll hurt me.”

The shape moved closer to him. Therion held himself carefully still. Then he replaced the arrow in his quiver, unstrung his bow, and set it across his back again. “I don’t think you’ll hurt me,” he repeated.

“And I don’t think you want to hurt anyone else, either,” Therion continued. “I think you just want out.”

“I’ll hurt someone if I leave the labyrinth!” Asterion cried. “I- I hurt people!”

Therion’s vision sharpened slightly, and he gave a silent prayer of thanks to his mother.

Something darkened Asterion’s fur, seeping and dark. One of his horns was broken, hanging by a few sinews.

“People hurt you too,” he pointed out. “You’re bleeding.”

“I deserve it,” Asterion insisted miserably. “I hurt people.”

Therion was running out of words. How did he convince someone they didn’t deserve their suffering?

“I think the real monster is up there.” Therion pointed to the ceiling above them. “Minos.”

“He’s my father,” Asterion tried, but the words fell flat.

“What kind of father keeps his son locked up?” Therion shook his head. “I know a place. A wonderful place, I think you’d like it. You’ll be safe there. And it’s beautiful.”

He extended his hand. “Come with me,” he urged. “I’ll take you there.”

Asterion was still and silent for a long moment. Then-

“Okay.”

Therion smiled as a massive -but gentle- hand wrapped around his. “Let’s get you to your new home, Asterion.”

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Well, today was a crappy day. First, I wake up late for work at the Institution Of Arcana. Then, those scrolls and books about darkness magic had disappeared! And now…

“Cosetta Maryl! Explain yourself!”…I was getting yelled at by three members of The Council. And I don’t even know why!

“Uh, what exactly should I explain myself for?”

“Playing dumb, eh? You know what we mean! We mean THESE!” The one in the middle pulled out a box or scrolls and books about… wait a minute…

“Did you guys take my books? I was studying those! I had notes in them in very specific spots!”

“Ah, so it IS true! You HAVE been studying the accursed dark arts!” Oh god, not this again.

Every time coworkers learn about what I’m studying, they think that I’m studying the dark arts, which I am NOT! Darkness magic is about the dark. You could use it to see in a dark hallway by moving away the shadows, or to create shade for yourself at the beach, or a million other uses!

“Listen, I know darkness magic is fairly old, and a lot of people haven’t heard of it, but-“

“SILENCE, HERETIC!” Ugh, if they would just let me speak, this could be over in a minute! The one on the right the turned to me.

“Do you know how dangerous these books are? They could potentially destroy our world if you aren’t careful!”

“Yes, I completely understand that the dark arts are dangerous. But, the books I’m studying aren’t the dark arts!” The one on the left and right looked at me, however this time, they were interested and puzzled instead of angered. However, the middle one had become even more upset.

“Do you truly expect us to believe your lies? Look at this scroll! It is literally labeled ‘darkness magic’!” I let out a small sigh, and then began to speak.

“Yes, they are labeled that. But, I am currently studying darkness magic, not dark magic. There is a difference. Darkness magic is about manipulating shadows and the dark, like this.” Using a simple spell that I had studied, I made a shadow on the floor rise up the wall, drawing a picture of a smile in the process. “See? Nothing evil about it. Now, can I have my books back?” The one on the left turned to me.

“Ah, certainly! We apologize for the-“

“NONSENSE!” The middle one began to rant and rave in anger. “This type of magic has never been studied before! It could end up being dangerous and unsafe! We cannot let you use it without proper examination first!”

“Seriously? I’ve been studying these for months with no repercussions! And it has been studied before! Granted, it was a long time ago, but still!” The one on the left began to speak as well.

“Alexrian, she has a point. Maybe we should-“

“Leranna, you can’t be agreeing with her! Anyways, I’ve made up my mind.” The man, Alexrian, then clapped his hands. The second he did, my stuff disappeared in a poof of smoke. Damn it. “Alright you two. Let’s go. You can go back to work now.”

“Wait! When will I get my-“ And they’re gone. Great. Well I guess I can leave now. As I get back to my desk, I open up one of the drawers. In it, contains the copies of all those books and scrolls. Man, I’m so glad I learned that duplication spell. END

Fan fiction I would read

Hades eats Cerberus

I'm working on completely replacing Dumbledore with Ron in all of the first novel. The more I think about it the more funny it gets lol.

[Poem]

Brain

Brawn

An absolute

abrasive

axiom

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Yet

Goog's (the orc)

fingers

callous from years of

carrying

burden

elegantly

wrote

a new script

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While

Human Resources

anxiously attempts

to apprehend

the antidote

to apathetic

ambition

With the help of an empathic child, the minotaur has been lead free from the labyrinth and weeps at the beauty of the world he has missed.