❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]

The United Sectors of Argyris was a masterpiece. Home to people from all walks of life, the nation was divided into eleven sectors. Each was named after a colour on the spectrum and was the central of a different area of profession. Much like the colours that stood for them, its people led vibrant lives surrounded by like-minded individuals, going about their day-to-day businesses. The land was a canvas on which the painters did their work, taking pride in the masterpiece they'd created together. But that was the Argyris of fourteen years ago. Fourteen years since the King passed away and twelve since the Queen took over, the world as Argyrians know it has fallen apart. Two years ago came the death of the nation's only hope-Prince Nicholas-who was counted on to succeed the throne. Beneath the surface of a nation torn to shreds and people constricted by fear, something was rising. A wildfire was blazing through the sectors. The Nixes were rising from the ashes and ready to take back what was rightfully theirs. This time, they'd paint a different picture. One that was simply the art of war.