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The world of Decepmyth

 

Everyone knows that there is a fantasy land somewhere out there. Some people translate it as Neverland, or Narnia. Others say that this fantasy land is a part of our world that we are oblivious to. For example, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, or Camp Halfblood and the idea of the greek myths living among us. However you think of this land, there is one thing we can all agree upon: that it is real. 

Welcome to Decepmyth; the world of deception and illusion, my translation of this fantasy land. Decepmyth can only be reached by one way, and that is words. Words are the only thing that come close to describing Decepmyth, though it remains indescribable. Perhaps the closest accounts of Decepmyth are described in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, as it is a snow covered land with an abundance of darkness, evil and magic, as well as beautiful wonders beyond your imagination. If you dare to journey into this land, I will be your guide, but be warned, I can not tell you if you will come out alive or not. You may discover that there is a much bigger power in Decepmyth than you ever dreamed of, and one of you holds the key to it.

Do you dare to venture into the land of Decepmyth?  

submitted by The Illusionist, Decepmyth
(June 19, 2015 - 10:24 am)

Toppity top top top!!!!

Will you just TOP TOP the TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP thread TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP must not die, you TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP hippopotamus TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP toothbrush TOP TOP TOP TOP the Empire State Building TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP and I'm not sorry for TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP piano lessons TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP!!! So there!! 

submitted by A Toppifying Dragon, TOP this already!!
(October 28, 2015 - 7:17 am)

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(October 28, 2015 - 8:05 am)

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submitted by Top, age Top, Top
(October 28, 2015 - 1:30 pm)

Here is a little humor to add to our drama.

 

Day 6 (part one)

 

“Alas!” Princess Maple cried dramatically, “all is lost! Woe is to follow me forever!” With a flourish of the skirt of her extravagant dress (made by wrapping Shadow Dragon’s cloak around her shoulders), the beautiful princess fainted into the reluctant Prince Squeak’s arms. Prince Squeak, quite suddenly, dropped the fair maiden. 

 

“OW! You were supposed to catch me!” the princess roared in a very unladylike way as her head struck the cavern floor. The dignified prince suppressed, with great difficulty, his laughter. 

 

“Cut, CUT!” Danie yelled from where she had been watching. “First of all, Squeak, you shouldn’t have dropped her. Second of all, since WHEN has FAINTING been part of Cinderella?” 

 

“She faints when she… um… receives news that her father is dead!” Maple protested. 

 

“She doesn’t even know the prince at that time!” Danie declared. “Try again, this time, start when they are dancing.”

 

“She danced so much that she fainted?” Maple squeaked. 

 

“NO!” Danie screamed. 

 

“Dancing, no!” Squeak moaned. 

 

“1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3…” Piper mumbled as she pushed the two “lovers” together. As soon as she was satisfied, she began playing her flute. 

 

“Ow! She stepped on my toe!” Squeak complained. 

 

“I really don’t see how all this is necessary. We should be looking for John and Elizabeth,” Brookeira muttered, forcing a rock on the floor to skip and twirl in time to the beat of the music. She had actually gotten better at controlling her telekinesis. 

 

“No, we should be melting Somebody, or trying to get Indigo back!” Booksy sniffed. Baelfire offered her a soot-black handkerchief (since when did strange boys who light on fire go about carrying handkerchiefs? Misti asked herself). 

 

“Or searching for Rose bud!” Cloudy declared. 

 

“My precious,” Shifting crooned, stroking the indigo-colored diamond. 

 

“I’m sick of reenacting Cinderella. How about we do The Princess Bride?” Danie suggested. 

 

“Ooh yes! I call Inigo!” Pete pushed aside the unwilling Squeak, who looked relieved.

 

“BUTTERCUP!” Maple yelled. 

 

“Squeak, you be Wesley,” Kate commanded. 

 

“Erm…” Squeak stepped behind Will, “make him do it!” 

 

“I call Prince Humperdink!” Ace called. 

 

“Ooh!” Volcano exclaimed, “I want to be the little dude who goes 'mawige is wvaht bwings us togever'-“

 

“But you’re a girl,” Silvery Ink pointed out. Volcano shrugged. 

 

“Squeak, you’re Count Rugen,” Danie commanded. 

“At least I don’t have to dance with anyone,” he muttered. The sudden “calling” of parts in The Princess Bride was cut short when Curio and Wren, who had slipped out unnoticed, wooshed in the cave entrance. 

 

“You… were… looking… for a…. girl named… Rose bud?” Wren panted. Cloudy Dweller nodded hopefully. 

 

“There is a… rose in the ground… and beside it… on the snow… is written: ‘I love you Cloudy, my bestie!’” Wren finished. Cloudy Dweller stood silent for a moment. 

 

“I am going to find whoever did this. And I will walk up to them and say: hello. My name is Cloudy Dweller. You killed my BFF. Prepare to die!” Cloudy swung a nonexistent sword in the air, and swiped it at Squeak, who instinctively turned into a lion. 

submitted by The Illusionist , age part 1, Day 6
(October 28, 2015 - 7:32 pm)

Hip hip hooray! More awesomeness! I love the Princess Bride stuff! And it's funny that I mutter "1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3" because just the other day I was muttering that exactly, trying to teach my little sister how to waltz! Not that I actually know how to waltz myself, but it looked like waltzing...

submitted by Pied Piper, age never, dreaming
(October 29, 2015 - 8:32 pm)

Hilarious!!!, simply hilarious!!! Lord Of The Rings and The Princess Bride this storys wonderful.

submitted by JonhFQ, age 13, Egland
(October 30, 2015 - 3:27 pm)

Great story! I can't wait for the next part.

submitted by Wren, the tree outside
(October 31, 2015 - 8:03 am)

Thank you! After part two, we'll get back to John and Elizabeth...

submitted by Rose bud
(October 31, 2015 - 8:32 am)

Day 5 (part 2)

“Save me, Wesley!” Maple dashed in front of the lion and pretended, once more, to faint. Squeak pretended to eat her. 

 

“Not Rose bud too!” Booksy moaned. 

 

“Oooh my precious!” Shifting Sands stroked the jewel with a gleam in her eye. 

 

“Hey, I’m Inigo!” Pete protested as Cloudy attempted to duel Squeak, who was still a lion. Full of the Princess Bride spirit, Kate challenged Piper to a duel, and the two feisty fighters attempted to disarm each other with their magical items. Piper, having completely charmed Kate with her flute, emerged victorious from the strenuous battle, only to be kicked in the shin by one of Kate’s magic boots. Baelfire and Volcano were trying to light Masked Piester on fire, and MP was trying to bake both of them into a large pie. The chaos level rose steadily, and after only a few minutes, the cavern was such a flurry of activity that it would have overwhelmed even the quickest and smartest of minds. Suddenly, Maple could be heard shouting,

 

“You killed evil Count Squeak! Oh Inigo!” 

 

“That’s not right! Your in love with Wesley,” Danie moaned loudly. 

 

“He ran off!” Maple protested. Will had, indeed, ran off. 

 

“Can I be Inigo?” Cloudy begged.

“Oh, forget it!” Danie stomped away, followed by Maple and Pete. Suddenly, from the back of the cavern, there was a scream; the most lovely, most dramatic, most terrified scream, that, perhaps, has ever been uttered; to the jealousy of Maple. Shadow Dragon’s dark hair slid over her shoulders, rustling from the chilly wind. Her black eyes glistened and shined until they looked almost silver. Her mouth opened and uttered another scream, that compared exactly to the sound of liquid silver being poured out from a bucket of moonlight. Her black and silver clothes swirled around her, being pulled deeper into the cave; into the shadows. Ace tried to grab Shadow’s arm, but his hand passed through it. She was a filmy shadow, quickly being pulled into the darkness of the cavern. Her scream echoed like the chiming of silver bells through the cave long after she had disappeared. No one heard the chuckle of a figure hidden by the cold darkness; no one heard the figure mutter:

 

“You have no Wesley to save you!” 

 

At the foot of the mountain, a boy with a cloak told a shivering girl his secret. 

 

submitted by The Illusionist
(October 31, 2015 - 8:33 am)

Whoaahhh

submitted by ...
(October 31, 2015 - 11:48 am)

Wow, l never thought that l was so good at screaming ;)

submitted by Shadow Dragon
(October 31, 2015 - 12:13 pm)

Wow. Just wow.

submitted by Wren, age 13, The tree outside
(November 1, 2015 - 2:41 pm)

Wow!!!

submitted by JonhF.Q, age 13, Egland
(November 7, 2015 - 3:58 pm)

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(November 2, 2015 - 1:08 pm)

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(November 10, 2015 - 4:27 pm)