Once upon a time there was an ordinary man.
Once upon a time there was an ordinary man who was conscious of his mediocrity.
Once upon a time there was an ordinary man who was conscious of his mediocrity, so never said a word.
He died as a wise man.
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The sage meditated on a pile of quicksand, his face tilted towards the sun. He had a dull smile on his face, exuding tranquility.
The quicksand consumed him, devouring him in its cold, gentle embrace.
“I am one with nature,” he said, right before his lips sank into the pit.
Billy Higgins is a 21-year-old louse with a penchant for madness. He’s neither a sage nor a pile of quicksand, but who knows what the future may hold?
When we finally summited Mount Kilimanjaro, the last thing we expected to see was a withered old man in an all-terrain wheelchair, surrounded by ten burly sherpas.
He looked at us with pale, watery eyes and said, “Remember, friends: money can buy you neither happiness nor salvation.”
Then he smiled.
This story is based on a title suggested by Jeremy Quinn.
The ancient bard settled more comfortably into his furs and breathed in deeply. The air held the scent of pine needles, campfire smoke, and eager anticipation.
His audience held their breaths with rapt attention, awaiting the bard’s words of adventure, beauty, and wisdom.
The bard opened his mouth to begin…
@gameking218: “I forgot the Smores,” he said. Everyone up and left.
@VikkieTheMimm: …but alas, he’d lost his voice. Darn that Mage Flu.
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