A Mysterious Monster At Elf Dust
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 2h 40m
Ongoing, First published Aug 19, 2022
(posh voice) Leo was a chubby boy
(Australian accent) with straight ginger locks and bright blue eyes.

This terrible story I wrote when I was 13 follows a boy named Leo who goes to a magic school named Elf Dust and tries to save a kid from a monster called "fake PTSD". He does one significant thing for the plot, which is talking to the girl who rides the unicorn that kills the monster. Hope you enjoy! (For satirical reasons of course)

- Totally not a ripoff of Harry Potter
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.