Read my stories: delve into worlds of wonder and magic
The town of Mystique Vale was a peculiar little place. It was small, no bigger than a village, but had a busy train station. Dan
I walk in these circles These circles that I walk in Made of wool and made of strings Laid out on the ground at my
Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking
There was a tree in my back-yard I used to call it the Wishing Tree; It had wishes hanging from its branches like stars And
In a place down below And a land outside of time There’s a girl with two braids and blue eyes Who for ever watches the
There was noise in the dark. At first, it started low — an almost indistinct buzzing in Dan’s ear, resembling almost the never-ending buzz of
