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Author/Elias in Maia (my made up world) |
The American Wizard.
A School Story.
Chapter One: Late for school, part one
I ran down the south side of Corn Street. My book bag jangling with all the tools. I was late for school again. ‘Why on earth did I have to practice my spells before school?’ I thought.
“Poloiuer!” I cried, “Dasmontor!”
I was lifted up silently. I pointed my finger toward the school and started to kick and I sped like a rocket toward school!
When I got close to school I began to lower myself so nobody would see me flying (which is entirely not normal to person’s who know no magic.)
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This is unbelievably cool,
This is unbelievably cool, how did you fit such brilliance into less than a single paragrpah. So far I, ad how you've steeered away from the pull of the orthodoxity of J.K Rowling type writing is genius.
Ordinary? Get away from me before I catch it, ugh!