The #orphans were on their daily outing to the park when a #storm #rose from the east, thunder rattling their bones as dark clouds blotted out the sun. They felt a #change in the air as dozens of fairies descended, wings aglow, to carry them away.
“What are you watching?” “It’s my soap opera, #Passion of the #Pachyderms. Stella is about to #leave Steve after a #quarrel over the best tree bark, but she doesn’t know he’s actually been replaced by a Steve from another #dimension.”
“Time is #resilient, but…” She shifted the first man’s body and wiped her hands on his shirt. “Let’s #pretend nothing happened and just pop back to 2020 and assess the damage. We’ll #lie our asses off to the captain. How bad can it be?”
The villagers gathered at the #blue #obelisk to hear the priest. “The gods send a message to build a temple near the water!” “I think you just want a beach house,” muttered Stan. “Banish the #heretic #forever!” they cried in #unity.
Eleven #writers gathered on a dark and stormy #night to collaborate. The biographer tossed another #split log onto the fire. “Enough stalling,” she said. “It’s time we wrote the #truth.” “My truth or yours?” asked the poet #timidly.
I caught a flash of #green from the corner of my eye. “Not again!” I groaned. “He’s #hunted me down. We’d better run.” “Wait, is that a…toad? Is it limping?” “I accidentally mowed over his foot last week. Who knew an amphibian could be so #vengeful?”
I draw near the #hungry whirlpool and think back to the witch’s words: “Just #scull around #Charybdis #eleven times and your skin will clear right up!” I still have time to turn back. I touch the enormous blemish on my chin. Worth it.
“It’s #beautiful,” she says. “It’s very…#orange,” I reply. “I know it’s more than we talked about spending, but just look at it!” “Yes, just look at it.” “It’s the kind of thing we’ll have forever.” “Yes, forever,” I echo as I reach for my debit card.
“Heads we tackle the lake monster first, tails the #basilisk in your yard.” I watched the coin flash in the air, unsure which to hope for. “Tails. Okay, we save the #sculling for later. I’ll drive; you google ‘how to kill a basilisk.'”
I looked nervously from Lucy to my cat. “You’re not…hungry, are you?” Lucy was affronted. “I wouldn’t eat your cat! I’m a #lycanthrope, not some #soulless creature with no manners!” “I’m so sorry. I’m new. Would you like to work on a jigsaw #puzzle and have some tea?”