He put the sword back in the stone.
The magic sword cut their family in two.
“The heart wants what the heart wants…”
“Where in the twelve worlds did she go?”
The magic mirror held his gaze for eternity.
The mystical knight fell to the mundane daydream.
He made her princess; she ordered his death.
She had no silver bullet for her werewolf.
Elizabeth the dragon did not cotton to “Betty.”
The wizard neglected to buy fire insurance …again.
The sorcerer farted, both undermining and bolstering evilness.
Narwhal’s imaginary horse friend became everyone’s imaginary friend.
The Kracken was the least of their worries.
During harvest moons vampires and werewolves work together.
The prophesy foretold his downfall and scraped knee.
The giant fought the mouse to a stalemate.
The wizard pulled the sword from the stone.
The wizard disappeared his nagging wife. Missed her.
The wizard mistakenly conjured a rather hungry dragon.
“The magic’s gone,” the wizard told his wife.