Stories
- Jacob Portman
- Mar 15, 2016
- 1 min read
When I was young my grandfather, Grandpa Portman, would tell me stories jand photos from when he grew up. Of amazing children with special abilites that lived in a place where everyone was safe and no one was ever ill. According to him, they were all guarded by a bird who smoked a pipe. But now, Grandpa Portman is dead so I suppose it's my turn to be a storyteller.
Before you continue, know that this story isn't your average "finding your true self" book. You could say it's quite... peculiar.
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