A mischevious quill

The wizard smiled proudly, mocking the peasants who knew not what magic was, let alone wield it. “I can easily fix your leg,” he yelled. The crowd cooed at his words, eyes focused on his form as he took out his Quill. He asked the man before him, “what is your name?” “Why would you…

All will fear her sugar tantrum

The child leapt through the street, a smile spread across her cheeks, pearly whites flashing. Her tiny white boots echoed ominously, the pitter patter a weirdly terrifying noise. An alarm sounded, the faint noise coming from a golden bell situated at the centre of the village. Murmurs started to appear. “She is coming!” Screamed a…