Once upon a time there was a goblin with a face that looked as though it had been bashed in with a shoe. One eye barely opened, and the other bugged out. The skin of his cheeks was mottled and had a tendency to be both flaky and greasy at the same time. His skull was higher on one side of his head than the other, and his large ears were equally lopsided. And on top of all this, he was missing a good half of his teeth, the half remaining being yellowed, rotted, and jagged. But none of this mattered, because he was kind. And that is the end of the lesson.
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The autumn comes quickly, like a sharp, short shock that stuns the leaves into their colors. This is what comes about when the fairies are riled. For, of course, the turning of such things can only come from the fairies’ breath upon each leaf. This time, they do it with a vengeance. And this time, it is a statement—this stark turning of the season. It is the lack of care, the lack of kindness, the lack of grace that causes the fairies their grief. Destruction plays its hand, with several more up its sleeve. Stewards turn their back on craft and wonder. The fairies are not used to such rebellion. It is against their natures as much as it is against the nature of the world itself. The fairies, they do not take to it kindly. It is we who bear witness to the chaos of their frustration; their cold, abrupt obliteration. And we are not alone. Leaves know, too; they know that chaos blows on the winds. They feel the fairies breathe their harsh breath on the
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On a foggy day in the upper reaches of a house, a book tipped off the edge of a shelf. When shaky, unsuspecting hands picked up the book, it fell open to a page on which were written three words: ‘wonder’ ‘magic’ ‘love’ The quivering hands looked to the book’s cover, where a title gleamed in antique gold font. It read: ‘life’ Trembling fingers flipped through the pages, curious as to the rest of their contents. But no other words, save three, could be found. It seemed nothing else needed to be said on the subject. And as the hands folded the book to place it back on the shelf, they had found their ease.