The Wonderful Font Is Called Herman Decanus And Was Created By Andreas Hfeld.

The wonderful font is called Herman Decanus and was created by Andreas Höfeld.

The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.

The fire in the chimney was completely burnt down when the professor woke in the unusually cold staff office. As a matter of fact there was no warmth at all in the usually wonderfully cozy armchair he had fallen asleep in the night before.

But he didn't feel the cold. Instead he felt remarkably well: the terrible headache that had plagued him the last few days was completely gone and his joints didn't ache the way they usually did whenever he happened to fall asleep sitting up.

Even getting up was no hardship. Most mornings he couldn't help but groan whenever he made the effort to heave himself into a standing position but today he felt strangely light as though a huge weight had been lifted from him.

If he had been an imaginative sort of man he would've felt though he would be blown away by the lightest breeze never to be seen again. But he firmly disapproved of flights of fantasy and so the thought did not occur to him. He simply felt pleasantly light and unusually well.

When he walked in this new floating way to the window he saw that the sun was well over the horizon. It had been ages since he had slept so long. Overslept as a matter of fact. It was undoubtedly time for the first lesson already. Oh this hurrying was not good at his age!

But still the fourth year‘s students must be waiting already. And he wasn't the sort of man who would tolerate tardiness in his pupils – it wouldn't do to set them a bad example. The robes he had worn yesterday would do for now.

The fourth year‘s were indeed already waiting in the classroom but thankfully hadn't caused any (immediately obvious) mischief in his absence. Although they did seem to grow awfully pale all of a sudden and a bushy haired girl in the first row actually screamed.

"Professor Binns!“, she cried "What...Are you well? What happened to...Sir!“

You died the way you lived: having no clue what’s going on. You are so clueless that you didn’t even notice that you died and just got up and went to work like normal the next day.

"Where are we going?"

To the court of the fae. It's a beautiful place - full of laughter and mirth. But do not eat of the food and never tell your name. If you do you may never leave. Because then you belong to the fae.

"How do we get there? Is it hard?"

It is quite easy - but only if your map is wrong. We go to the forest with the wrong map in hand. And then we walk and walk until we have lost our way and the path is oh so far away. Then we cry of fear and pray for hope.

"And then?"

Then we gather our courage, and turn left. And we look at the map and try to find the path again. But we will find no path and there will be no way but the one, where the forest grows darker and darker. Then we take another four lefts.

"So...back here?"

Yes, we are nearly there. Do you see the light and hear the laughter? Those are the fae who are welcoming us.

"Oh you were right! It is beautiful! And the wine is oh so good!"

Oh no, what have you done.

"Sorry, we're going where?"

"Another four lefts."

"So... back here?"

"Only if your map is wrong."

That sounds like something you'd say when you are trying to justify stabbing someone in the back.

--Pandora, right before releasing all the evils of the world

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“Whatever is in there doesn’t sound happy. Maybe you should take them out of the box?”

This basically happened in canon (superman #203 "Clark Kent's biggest day").

A gang tries to assassinate Kent and he has to pretend not to notice their attempts so he doesn't draw attention to himself. @unpretty posted parts of the comic here on Tumblr.

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there was a golden age superman comic where someone called a hit out on clark kent, and so a sniper tried to shoot him while he was out havi

Highlights include:

1. The assassins shooting a Torpedo at him whereupon he simply levitates the boat he's on slightly so it can't reach them.

2. A sniper shooting (at) him during lunch - in order to make sure his lunch date doesn't notice anything he has no other choice than to EAT THE BULLET that bounced off him and dropped into his food.

The CIA tries to kill Clark Kent, not because they know he’s Superman, but because he’s a really good journalist. They keep making it look like an accident, but every plan fails. It’s a comedy as the CIA can’t figure out why their attempts always go wrong.