Prompts

“Okay Mephisto,” a pastel blue and brown pouflon entered his bookstore, the bell above the door jingling merrily, “why did you ask me to meet you here when you’re not even open yet?” “I know this request is going to sound a little odd Ashtail, but I was just wondering– and feel free to say no– but if I give you a key to the shop-” “Yes.” ...

“Mum. Dad. I’m home.”   Walking in the front door of their townhome, Oberon calls out the greeting to his parents. Judging by the sounds coming from the kitchen his mother was back there.   His family owned their own home on a quiet tree-lined street in Roseacre. The skinny home was four stories tall, shared walls with neighbors on either side, and a s...