chronicles of Abernathy, the last Soch witch

and so begins the Chronicles of Abernathy. Here is an excerpt from my future writings and story telling...

In a dreamy time, one not so long ago, our worlds faded from many into one against a common foe. We gathered together; hands bound by loyalty and time. What we faced ahead was more than an evil crime. The black masses of airless mist invaded our homes as evil hissed. Our protectors were taken from their beds that long and endless night.This was the start of the interdimensional fight. Gates were closed and magic lost. One world became many at a great cost.
Our worlds, including yours, are dependent upon the Soch core crystal. This crystal maintains our worlds' dimensional walls; both apical and distal. Please allow me to share in what ignorance has kindly afforded. These planes, once accessed by all, have been magically boarded. Imagine a world of worlds shared by many. To travel, all one must do is pay homage with a penny.
This isn't the copper that you may know. In the light, one's true intentions will show. A party, a picnic, or even a dance, intentions are known with only a glance. Once they were common and now not so. This is where my story must go. You are reading this now. Hope is more than a prayer.. I know that it is you who truly will care.
In your heart, you are true. I offer this as your first clue. To find me, you must believe. Our existence is where the lies and truth weave.

This sounds fun!

Embarking on a new road is always scary. Are there bumps, knubs, and barking krumps hiding in the dusty prairie? Will the road circle wide and spin on its narrow side? Please, another cup of ginger pop will make the swirly twirly spinning stop. Far behind and nearly near is where the krumpies will appear. They hide in a snitzzle thistle bed and yell out, "Go to sleep, Fred".  If that is scary, wait some more. It is here, in the snitzzle thistle, that tub Knubs whistle. They play a tune on their trickle trunk nose. A tune is plunked with their pickle sunk toes. If you don't know what I mean, you have not met the krumpy teen. They sleep till noon and eat day and night. They bark at the sun and wait for last light. They are here and sometimes there. Seeing a barky Krump teen can be rare.
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Watch out out for those Barking Krumpies. They are full of the mad and grumpies. Surprise! They will get you and bite your toes. watch out! Next, the Krumpies will get your nose.

Sometimes, it is the crazy things that speak the loudest. I dream in rhyme. I speak in words to dazzle and amaze my boys while speaking of a lesson at the end of the thought. What is a barking krump? Look above and you will see! that is what a krumpy is to me. Who knows, really. It is all in my head. We live in a realm of possibility when the batteries die and the toy stands still. It becomes a voice all our own. That is the magic I miss the most. It is the magic of childhood dreams and imagination.