Had a dream where I couldn't touch anything striped for a day or I'd die or something. Somewhere along the line I witnessed Pooh and Piglet and later Tigger. Pooh was shirtless, talking to Piglet on the dirt road who had no stripes, just the lines at the neck and leg and arm boundaries. Tigger was just orange with the normal tan maw. He seemed concerned.
The hat's the only point allowed in these halls.
what is the FUCKING POINT then???
These and memes like it make me want to get an easel and pallet and paint wizards in nature and I likely places.
"That simple?"
"That simple." I said, handing the paper over.
"What's it do?"
"Kid, that's a ward against scrying and blood magic. Don't ever accept a deal like this again. You failed."
Wait, are you saying that magic is real?" "Yes." "And you can test if I have magical potential?" "Yes. It's simple: a piece of paper, a drop of your blood, and a simple spell."
"It could be a sign."
"It could be dangerous."
"It could be legendary."
"Until they stop pursuing you." the hunter replied, the automatic reply coming out flat.
"They will never stop pursuing me. Please, let us just run and live together for as long as we can." the vampire pleaded.
The hunter stopped, closing a chest with a thump and turned to the vampire.
"We would always be looking over our shoulders. What kind of life would that be? We could trust no one." the hunter said coldly.
"Then we won't live around anyone." the vampire offered.
"That's not the problem. You just don't understand, but that's okay. You lived among them, but you haven't been the hunted before. Once they're all dead, it won't matter anyway. I'll see this through to the end." the hunter explained, then walked out the door.
"No, you don't understand. The end will be when you're gone, and I'm afraid you might be already." the vampire muttered forlornly to the empty doorway.
After a one-month long hunt, the vampire hunter returns home with a body full of hastily treated wounds and dark circles under the eyes. Yet, they are already preparing to embark on another hunt. Standing beside them, a vampire speaks up: "How long do you plan to live this way?"
"So, how's the wife?"
"Ah yes, the old ball and chain."
"That's a little rude, don't you think?"
I pull out a wedding photo from my wallet and you see me at the altar across from a chain chomp with a pink bow.
I believe you need a bit more stirring in your combination process. While the stripes may look nice in the cauldron, you'll get much more consistent results when the batch is a solid hue before firing. Good conjuration work besides, though.
"But you do lie."
"No I don't."
"I rest my case."
"What? But I don't lie!"
"You also didn't rest your case."
“The biggest difference between you and me is that you lie and I don’t.”
“I don’t lie.”
“I rest my case.”
Probably be around a while. Probably mostly do writing related stuff with some fantasy and sci-fi memeing here and there. It's been fun, getting back into writing.
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