Sidro-Erotas

Journal entry: Lick stain of time potion for date. Subject: Today I made progress towards my dream of putting my body on autopilot. Using a concoction of sandman grit, essence of daydream that I got from a busy worker who was too lost in her daydream to notice me, and 2 and a half thimbles of potions 12, 15.2, and 82B part four, I succeeded in getting my chores done quickly and without mistakes. This is significant, as my clumsy nature inevitably causes more chores for me as I go along. There are some drawbacks- I can't control my body for about 2.43 hours, my mind revolves around the thought of scratching the itch on my back, and once all th

    Cesarem woke up in the usual manner, wide eyed and whispering a language known only to his subconscious mind. His awareness returned to him with thoughts of breakfast and a solution to his clogged drain. Fingers rubbing the Sandman's latest work from his eyes, he scrapes the grit into a small glass flask beside his bed, happily noting the amount nearing 12 grams.    Sunlight trickled into his room above the store he called 'Cesarem's Wondrous World' to his customers and his 'public embarrassment' to his diary. As he emptied the liquid sunlight into a massive vat labeled 'cure for vision' and set the buckets back in place below the leaks

    The recovery week passed by slowly, as Luna gained weight from her hearty appetite and gradually fleshed out her figure. She swore she was almost back to the shape she was accustomed to, and Tim couldn't wait to see it. Her beauty increased with every passing day and his own appearance was changing too. Tim looked healthier and the usual darkness under his eyes was going away, and Luna mentioned he looked more attractive now, too.    He believed her; the slight illusion magic from a trap he triggered was wearing off. An odd effect, causing the victim to appear less attractive than they were. Many of that dungeon's traps had a similar the

    The Kitsune was watching the alley entrance with religious vigor. She looked so vulnerable that for a second, Tim almost felt bad for sneaking up from behind. Then he pushed the thought from his head and fey stepped down beside her with utter silence.    "Miss me?" A few seconds later, when the Kitsune stopped shaking with overwhelming emotions, Tim led her out of the alley and into the street. Her unkempt fur and intelligent way of looking around started attracting attention, attention Tim didn't need right now when mercenaries were on his tail (and headed in the wrong direction). He indicated this and picked her up, wrapping her carefu

    The team of mercenaries flew past in a rage, iron-clad boots clanging against the stone road, screaming his name, "Tim Puzzle", as if the gods would take notice and respond by striking down the hated individual. Tim chuckled to himself from under the nearby wooden bridge, believing the gods had more to do than take interest in one simple, mischievous, soaked fae.    He was right; the warring royalty would occupy their time for the next few centuries as heroes and villains rose and fell at the hands of one another, briefly involving and invoking the powers that be before their lights were extinguished. The center spotlight, as always, had

       My life isn't boring any longer. I know now that Miss Donthel is an Inkline, a species that originated from the idea of books, and the human race is a hive mind that takes popular ideas and forms species out of them. I feel ecstatic, like an itch that I was barely aware of is getting scratched for the first time in my life. My world is amazing, as I had always hoped! There IS another layer to the world and I am a part of it now, and I swear that I'll immerse myself in this new aspect of my life. The books sitting around my room have suddenly become less enticing, the real world has the magic those books used to supply to me! Perhaps th

       My life is boring. My work isn’t going to change the world, my hobbies won’t get me any recognition, and I have no talent that anyone has shown an interest in. School passed by slowly and I watched my friends grow up to be responsible and impressive adults while I remained myself, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I just expected more.      Supposedly, my problem is that I want life to be more amazing. Magic, superpowers, psychic abilities, anything that would throw some chaos into this life of oppressing order. I won’t become a killer; I don’t mean that kind of chaos. I just want something… mor

    Gabe strode into the Lavoure Lounge and stopped behind Stefanie, silent like boulder about to crash down in a terrifying burst of violence and noise. Conversations ended abruptly as all eyes were drawn to the figure who stood quietly behind the sofa, waiting with endless patience for a moment that would come as surely as death comes for each person on Earth. The silence grew, so quiet that the flickering of the lights could be heard over the last exchange between Stefanie and her inattentive audience. Stephanie looked around at the staring faces in before her, confused as to what they could possibly find more interesting than her gossip.