Thursday, November 7, 2013
Meet the Author
Anders Krumholtz is a fine gentleman by the name of Anders Krumholtz. He has won many awards for his work.
Stanley is a pyromancer. This means that Stanley can light things on fire. However, he does not know this, and it makes for quite an interesting brog. blog.
Stanley was innocently roasting marshmallows one day, when he had perfectly browned it, and was prepping his graham crackers with the correct ingredients to properly place the marshmallow between, allowing the delectably sticky melted marshmallow to seep out of, melting the chocolate and running over the edge a certain amount, so not to make a mess, but enough to have decent aesthetic appeal. What was I talking about? Oh, yes. It was burst into flames the instant he touched it. He cried, because he was five. So, his mother came over to give him a hug and another marshmallow, and she too burst into flames and ran for the lake. This made Stanley somewhat confused, so he sat on the bench and scratched his head. "Stanley!" somebody yelled "Your hair is on fire, Stanley!" He bolted up out of his seat, pushing off with his hands. The whole picnic table blew up, except for the spot Stanley was sitting in. He was confused as ever now. He had a small memory tucked into the back of his head of his parents handing him a small toy as a baby, and he grasped it. It burnt to ashes.
TBC
Stanley was innocently roasting marshmallows one day, when he had perfectly browned it, and was prepping his graham crackers with the correct ingredients to properly place the marshmallow between, allowing the delectably sticky melted marshmallow to seep out of, melting the chocolate and running over the edge a certain amount, so not to make a mess, but enough to have decent aesthetic appeal. What was I talking about? Oh, yes. It was burst into flames the instant he touched it. He cried, because he was five. So, his mother came over to give him a hug and another marshmallow, and she too burst into flames and ran for the lake. This made Stanley somewhat confused, so he sat on the bench and scratched his head. "Stanley!" somebody yelled "Your hair is on fire, Stanley!" He bolted up out of his seat, pushing off with his hands. The whole picnic table blew up, except for the spot Stanley was sitting in. He was confused as ever now. He had a small memory tucked into the back of his head of his parents handing him a small toy as a baby, and he grasped it. It burnt to ashes.
TBC
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