The Mighty Antimagic Spell

s stay inside your warm house roaming the land of dreams, Officer Gangsley Tay

weather and at such late hour. It wasn't their wish to walk down the st

needles. To their distress, the gusty wind blew off their cap of police community support officers. The three ran towards Moon Stre

Yet, walking down the darkest and strangest streets o

usiness. One could say the weather was triggered by unusual happenings, mysterious, meaningless recent

cities in their career to scare them off. They took part in real events, when the only strange thing was how humans could express

all. It was common for that April time when customary rainy days settled over England.

were built just before Stonehenge. They were crummy and sloppy, crammed as if trying to transfer heat to one another in the wind blowing harde

to be in the middle of that incipient

sley said, surprised at

oment to be polite. The officer got silent because he noticed ther

and young, like a fairy face. Despite that, it was so white, foreshadowing

lmly, for that face seemed far too odd; th

cause of the weather", he

t of him and had no intention to look back, so he shook head as if he wa

tinued walking with the other two. In order to calm down, he shifted thoughts

empest and the bitter weather out there. At any rate, the lamps could go out at any time, like other dozen broken lamps on

his wasn't easy at all because hardly anyone could see at a distance of more than a yard, two in front of him because of the heavy rain. And

lar to be more precise. He had a moustache and handsome sideburns usually neat, but no

rismatic guy. Even when no one saw anything exciting, he cou

a pipe, because I didn't take any with me. Maybe next time, I'll ta

, so the officer regained his strength to go on with the s

Street, a street down which neither of them had ever walked before. Someone else would probably look for

a Mrs. Stone, who said she heard people yelling and screaming in the ap