The cauldron bubbles. Cautiously, I pour the liquid into a vial and take a sip.
The door suddenly bursts open. "Freeze! You're under arrest for underage potion-drinking!"
The police-wizards escort me out of the room.
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J. D. Blood's Compendium of Small Absurdities
RandomI write lots of things. Some are big, some are small. These are the small things. Whether they're excerpts from poems, one-liners from future novels, or self-contained stories small enough to constitute a tweet, I'll put them here. This will be an o...
