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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
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All writers get their inspiration from Decepmyth. That is why you will sometimes see characters and quotes from Decepmyth in other works of writing. Sure, they change slightly. Some have changed from evil wolves to wild sled-dogs. Another quote has evolved from Booksy Owly's last thought to a princess bride-to-be's panic at danger. But they are all still from Decepmyth.
Day 14
Piper was playing. The shrill notes burst out of the tip of her flute and danced along the edge of the pink-orange sky, cartwheeling and turning. While Danie chased Pete and Cloudy, Will, and Ace acted out The Book Thief, she and Wren were teaching Kate how to sing.
“Do, Re, Me,” Wren hummed.
“Dough, Ray, Meep,” Kate repeated.
“Do Re Me Fa So La Te!”
“Dough Ray Meep Far Sew LAAAH TEA!”
Piper dropped the flute and covered her ears.
“I still don’t see why were doing this,” she muttered.
“Come on, we have to practice our powers so that we can use them against this… enemy,” Wren said gently.
“But my power isn’t singing,” Kate moaned, “Why can’t I just practice kicking people (coughcoughWillcoughcough) in the face? (Will: Why me?)
“Yeah, maybe just Wren and I should practice!” Piper exclaimed, nodding over-enthusiastically. If there was one thing she hated, it was an off-key note. So Kate went to join Cloudakespeare’s reproduction of The Book Thief, and Wren began practicing her charmed singing again, all the while ignoring the shouts of:
“Ow! Danie, it’s just a sword! Stop-ow-punching-ow-me! I promise I won’t kill anybody, okay!” Which rolled across the peaceful plain.
Booksy was screaming. The Chitzah wolves were back, and they were circling her. She tried to shake them off, but they kept snapping and lunging, their gaping jaws hanging open. Fur bristling, the surrounded her, moving closer and closer in a death-circle. Each time one of them tensed, Booksy screamed again. Closer and closer now. One of their tails brushed against her legs. Booksy squeezed her eyes shut and…
“Heel! Back off!” A familiar voice called out.
“Oh!” Booksy Owly exclaimed, opening her eyes. Rescue had come. Or had it? Something was dreadfully wrong. The eyes of the person she once new were narrowed and glowing villainously. The hands of the person were swinging as clenched fists.
“Heel, Buck! Stop that, Spitz. Over here, Joe.” The traitor called each wolf by name, and they came slinking over, tails dragging. One of the creatures whined. The traitor slapped it with an indignant “Billee!” Booksy turned to run, but the wolves were at her heels again, snapping and growling. The traitorous, evil, villainous, maligerent, treacherous— (ESQM: That’s quite enough! Stop downplaying me or I’ll be the narrarator!) evildoer scratched one of the wolves’ ears. “Let me do the honors, Sol-leks,” ESQM said, and then faced Booksy with the most magnificent of malevolent smiles. I’m a dead cookie, Booksy thought.
(March 31, 2016 - 9:12 am)
My, oh my... I can't believe...
(March 31, 2016 - 5:55 pm)
Don't worry, Booksy. You turned into three beautiful feathers, one of which became Thomas Jefferson's magic quill (ever wonder why he could write so eloquently?).
Notice that this story is written in the past tense. This is your HOD (history of Decepmyth) textbook. Isn't it fun to see yourself in a history textbook?!
(March 31, 2016 - 7:36 pm)
That sounds nice. What happened to the other two feathers?
(April 24, 2016 - 8:34 pm)
Anyone catch the quotes in the day discussed at the very begining?
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I accidentally deleted days 14-15, if you're wondering about the delay. I'm writing those up again.
(April 17, 2016 - 8:01 pm)
WREN!! I haven't seen you in forever!
(April 24, 2016 - 3:49 pm)
Thanks for the telling me.
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