Raistlin Allen
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- Top Story - September 2021
Harry Potter And The Trophy Of Fantasy FandomTop Story - September 2021
Okay, listen. I tried to think of a different series for this challenge, I really did. I’ve read plenty of amazing fantasy, so the choices were endless. HoWeVeR, when it comes to not only my favorite fantasy story but my favorite fantasy world, the one that has subjectively impacted and touched me the most, as well as the one I feel is objectively the most influential… well, I had to go with a more popular answer: Harry Potter.
By Raistlin Allen3 years ago in Geeks
A Day in the Life of a Salty Sorcerer
Sure, everyone needs doctors, and scientists and teachers, but what you rarely hear about these days is the stunning lack of sarcastic, semi-threatening home decor. It is this keen, neglected need that I have been called upon to fill in life.
By Raistlin Allen3 years ago in Journal
The Juice Runs Sweet Down Your Chin
He was perfect. Desiree met Patrick in the usual place: the club on the corner of First and Main was always bursting with patrons. He was knocking back a fireball shot and laughing loud and raucous at something the man next to him said. Desiree, wearing a short red skirt that complimented her dusky brown skin, licked the sugar on the rim of her cup and eyed him.
By Raistlin Allen3 years ago in Filthy
The Flashlight Game
The cottage on Thistleweed Lane was as close to untouched by time as you could get. Maddie had punched the address into the GPS, but somewhere along the way, she felt a weird sort of intuition take hold and she’d shut it off again once she got onto the dirt roads. Testing herself.
By Raistlin Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Mascot
The day the bull escaped from the slaughterhouse it was all over the local news. A pedestrian had been out walking and was almost mowed down by the creature in the street. He claimed he would have been killed if the bull had intended it, but instead it had kept running past him, head lowered, clearing the way in front of it.
By Raistlin Allen3 years ago in Fiction
You Got Read!
As soon as Elle opened her eyes to the web-infested rafters above her, she knew something was wrong. Where am I? She slowly got up. There were tires propped against the wall beside her, bales of rotting hay strewn about the floor. Light was shining everywhere through the broken slats, striping the barren space around her with sun. It hurt her eyes, and her head pounded.
By Raistlin Allen3 years ago in Fiction