Especially the part about Kingdom Hearts. I just HATE Kingdom Hearts!!!
One mistake I noticed in the first story: "with every once of creepiness she had insider her." should be "with every ounce of creepiness she had inside her."
It's really funny! Did this come to you out of a dream? It seems to move along in that sort of irregular sequence...and the mystical people added to that as well...
Can't wait to read your next one!
~Deoris
'"Many years ago, when I was young, I saw a fire, and what looked like death-- and beyond that, in the dark places, something...or some One, who knew me. Shall I at last find my way back to that wonderworld of Night?"'
Those were very funny. I'm not a video game fanatic, so I don't know much about Eragon or Zelda, but you made the stories very original and creative. Good job.
You have officially made me seem more insane than I already am to all of the people around me. Perhaps this wouldn't happen if I didn't read it on school computer and practically fall out of the chair laughing, but I digress.
I saw no obvious errors in grammar or spelling, so you get my official "Yay!"
Very good!
"Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds." —Juvenal (AD 60-130)
"Why, yes, unless of course I've mistaken myself for someone else."
Brandon forced a small chuckle while he licked his pencil and began scribbling in chicken scratch across his notepad. Cracks lame jokes to break the ice.
The old wizard sitting before him placed one hand on the lap of his purple robes, while thoughtfully stroking his long white beard with the other. His half-moon spectacles fell across his crooked nose with almost a mystical quality, as if their very placement was an indicator of great power. Bright blue eyes gazed over them unwavering, with a such a deep and unending calm which could pacify nations at war.
"Hm, is that enough revering description of you in the third person?"
"Yes, quite," replied Dumbledore, smiling to himself. "The author of this humble parody is very flattering."
"Ah, he's all right," said Brandon. "Now let's get on with it, shall we?"
"Yes, of course," said Dumbledore, clearing his throat. "What questions do you wish to ask, Brandon?"
Brandon straightened his back and adjusted his tie. "Well, let's get the big one out of the way. Is it true that you, Dumbledore, possibly one of if not the greatest wizards that has ever lived, is in fact," Brandon took a deep breath, "gay?" Brandon invisibly braced himself, ready for Dumbledore to whip out his wand and transfigure him into a wart.
Dumbledore only chuckled. "Ah, my boy, I daresay I will never understand peoples' preoccupation with such a subject." He stroked his beard again, a soft twinkle playing in his eyes. "But then again, what can fascinate us more than the things that we can never truly understand?"
Brandon's mouth hung open a little. "So that's a yes?"
"Indeed."
"Ah, interesting," piped Brandon, scribbling furiously. "And I'm no homophobe, mind you. I personally think you kick just as much ass as you did before."
"Yeah..." chuckled Brandon weakly. "Anywho, now since that's been squared away, I can start to dig in deep to find out who the real Dumbledore is."
"Dig away."
"Well, besides all the obvious stuff, which people can already read about in whatever books you're in, what can you tell about yourself that the public at large might not yet know?"
Dumbledore sniffed the air for a moment, and stuck out his lower lip as he stared upwards in thought. "A difficult question indeed, Brandon," he said absently, "I can't say there's much the old woman hasn't already dug up on me."
Brandon held his pencil a fraction of an inch above his notepad, eyeing Dumbledore with hyperfocus until he said something worth exploiting. The old wizard continued to stare upwards, and even went so far as to bite his lip for a few moments. Finally he snapped his fingers with a sudden look of triumph.
"That's it," he said with vigor. "I don't wear socks on Tuesday! I'm sure that's quite an interesting tidbit of my life, don't you?"
Brandon let out a sigh of exasperation. "Come on, Dumbledore, you have got to have something more juicier--sorry--, more informative than that?"
Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid not, my boy. There isn't really anything else I can tell you."
"Well, at least tell me this before you go. That Harry Potter kid, do you even like him?"
Dumbledore flitted his eyes back and forth slightly, and then quietly leaned forward. He held his outstreched hand parallel with the floor, and then rotated it slightly from side to side.
"Right..." whispered Brandon slyly, winking at Dumbledore. "I never liked him much either."
"Ah, rather a pest at times, but he's still a good boy," added the old wizard.
"I'm sure. And one final thing for all the aspiring wizards out there. When in a dangerous situation, what do you best recommend for defending yourself with a wand?"
Dumbledore smiled, and then quickly produced his wand. He proceeded to swiftly jab it in the air, and then explained, "A quick poke in eye always worked well for me. No amount of dark magic can stand up to a cheap shot."
"Nice," said Brandon, scribbling yet again. "I knew you had a wild side."
"Don't we all?" replied Dumbledore. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really must be going."
"What? Why can't you stay for a few more questions?"
"Please, I was killed off in book six. This old wizard is going to back to enjoying his retirement," then he dipped over to the coffee table and picked up the small bowl resting on it. "But I will take the rest of these lemon drops, if you don't mind."
And with that there was a loud crack, and Brandon was left sitting on his couch with no lemon drops whatsoever.
Hehehehehe! (Cackles gleefully and ignores looks from thirty other people staring at the strange girl laughing) The Dumbledore interview was great. I love the final line. Poor Brandon. He seemed to be perplexed. And he had no lemon drops left!
No obvious grammar or spelling errors, by the way. Just in case you wanted a review of that...
I'll keep reading for more!
"Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds." —Juvenal (AD 60-130)
I'm in a state of utter bemusement as to what's going on, but I was very impressed with the prose and detailed description, so nice one!
Keep on writing,
Eimear
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Ye, I agree with everyone esle. Funny original, interesting, exciting! Nice and lighthearted after the crappy day I've been having. You've just made me happy!
LoL! This was hillarious! And very original. 
It really cheered me up after what happened today... 
Update soon! 
