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The Attack of Ignorance

I was once a renowned educational system.
But I have been beaten and robbed by Ignorance,
my sworn enemy.
My foundations have been rocked; 
I am no longer well-stacked.
Bits and pieces of my knowledge are being blown to the winds,
never to be reassembled as me again.
I alone stand between you and Ignorance,
the eater of souls, the extinguisher of light.

Help me, Page Turner and Dona Read, Help me.


The story is scrambled; the path between Eggcentricity and Eggistential is strewn with the shells of those who cracked on the journey. Will she Eggsist much longer?


The moon rEyes over the tomed cities of eggs-is-tense.

I am a private personality with pendulous pouting appendages. It’s a problem.

Scroll Sisters

They were sisters. They shared the same beginning to their story. But a small difference in the second paragraph has led to very different tales.

Sly Brarian

She was Sly and she was Brare.  She wore her mysterious personality on her head in a closed book.

Page Turner waited until the small purple clerk was free, then inquired about using the Bubble Sceletope to contact Ms. Tree. The clerk squinted its one eye sharply and walked toward Page, horn lowered, wings spread threateningly. What do you know about a mystery, it growled. A voice from the back trilled softly. The clerk became silent, but maintained the body language of a carnivore about to feed. It was then that Page noticed the giant pigeon toes sprouting underneath the purple pants. OMG, was it a One-Eyed-One-Horned-Flying-Purple-People-Eater? Thank the Librarian, Page isn’t purple, she is a read book.

Hour Town

Pillow Hour Town
If time is relative, then this is my ancestor…a village of myth and mystery, moving from verbal to written and producing me at the end of the day, wrapped in these stories in ways which can no longer be unwrapped. If you peel away my mythology, like an onion, I am no more.

Doña Read