“He who fights
and runs away lives to fight another day.”
General
Custer* #quote
Today I made a
waffle of gargantuan size. Dunno why. Wasn't even in the mood for a
waffle. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Dreams
Of A Wizard
When we dream
we often dream of the strange. Where we fly or of impossible
scenarios or things. Nightmares are filled with monsters and the
fantasies in dreams can be creations beautiful and beyond our normal
reality.
But a wizard
dreams differently. For he lives in a world like our dreams. Where
flying is possible and monsters and strange things and creatures
live. Where beauty beyond our normal reality. He dreams of a world
like ours.
Our world is a
fantasy to him. He dreams of our serenity. Our lack of magic and
chaos. No flight, no elaborate creations. Just our orderly reality
where animals are animals and not mutated monsters, even our
strangest ones. Where our oceans are plain and blue. Where are fields
are covered in patches of simple flowers. Where our cities are
systems of people simply living instead of being filled with dragons,
goblins, curses, strange constructions beyond normal logic. His
dreams are a wonderful calmness compared to his life in his world.
And he loves
his dreams.
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