“Art is
timeless.”
Dorian Gray*
#quote
Today I went to
my cosplay club. The work we're doing on the upcoming convention of
ours is coming along great. We've got about fifty panelists coming
and so much more. One thing I'm going to try and do is make some art
for the pamphlet. Since my brother and his wife got me a tablet I
think I might be able to make something neat. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Only You Can
Start Magic Fires
During the
commercial break of Dancing with the Trolls some ads aired for wands
and cauldrons. But between those ads a little public service
announcement wedged itself in. A large blob creature with massive
arms and two large eyes appeared among large trees. The deepwood
slime served as a symbol of the magical wilderness and fed off the
corpses of the already fallen. Like a vulture but far more quiet.
They lived everywhere that campers went and often nestled to close to
camps with fires to sleep.
Unlike a real
deepwood slime this one spoke and wore a wizard's hat. Most children
knew this slime. Smolder Slime, the lookout for the magical fires.
Supposedly he spoke by shaking his magical body.
“Remember
kids, only you can start magical fires. So be sure to put them out
because it's your responsibility if they go out of control!”
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