His mentor strolled through this ancient building like it was just another tavern or shop. He didn't feel quite the same, as there were cabinets on all walls filled with the strangest objects anyone could wish to never lay eyes on.
There was a brain floating in green goo, the skeleton of a creature with far too many heads and tails, a display of pinned insects still wriggling and beating their wings.
He swallowed, looking this way and that. Everywhere he looked his eyes found another creepy curiosity, and so he just ended up looking at his shoes.
"Don't worry," his mentor smirked. "Everyone feels that way at first."
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
