

Illic- Full Beginning CH 1-2NARRATOR'S NOTEIllic- Full Beginning CH 1-2
It begins with an imagination. A word or two followed by an emotion to push it along. A phrase with good punctuation and nice handwriting. That is how I started at least.
It ends with resolve. The finished product of a few more words and possibly a soundtrack, or at least a picture or two to be pasted on the pages.
It is a story. An adventure that never ends, encompassing every world and plane known. Every dimension and mind that is born.
Before I start this story, I will tell you this: There is no magic that cannot be explained. No world that can be made unseen. There is no


Copper The MagicianThis was written in two sittings, and I post the pre-edited version for now. The Writer's Group I'm in had a short story writing night where we had a night to write a story. It had these criteria: 1- Someone has to die at the beginning. 2- Someone is literally or metaphorically invisible. 3- There is something that is eliminated one by one. 4- Someone has to receive a gift in the end. 5- Don't Suck. I finished most of it the first night, but then finished the next. This is what I had.Copper The Magician
CH 1: 1 PM With a Wig and Make Up
My name is Copper, and I am invisible. Once upon


IllicBefore I start this story, I will tell you this: There is no magic that cannot be explained. No world that can be made unseen. There is no ability to create what is not there, or animate what is not alive. I will also say I have done all of these and more, however this is not a story about me, but because of me.Illic
Two glasses of brandy separated two men at work, looking over the same round table. When one took one sip, the other took two, though neither looked at the other's hand. Without working room in their home, the bottle rested under their table, where stains were across the rug from careless and limp legs. Lloyd scrawl
| I have a very hard time picking favorites on here. There's just too much good stuff. |
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YAaaaaar.
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I like food....
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nya. so true.
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OY! I SMELLETH ME A POPPY SEED!
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How do we find a little piece of heaven in our time before we find acceptance? And no-one understands at this point that a handful of redemptions all we need
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