Chapter 1:


Jazz Paradox

It was a beautiful night, I walked into the kitchen to see some sort of... hunched over gremlin-looking raccoon touching my precious lasagna.

"GET YOUR GRIMEY PAWS OFF THAT!" I stomped my foot, and the Raccoon scurried off. mumbling in a strange voice to itself, something like... "My lasagna" how ridiculous. I got that lasagna fair and square off of a wizard.

I sat down at the table and took a bite. The cheese was just right, the meat was hot. It burned my tongue, but anything will be sacrificed for that amazing bite of Italian goodness. It did have a burned sort of taste to it, but hey! it was so so good... All of that eating (despite only taking one bite) made me extremely tired, so I decided to head to bed.

Jazz Paradox