The Curious Quandaries of the Quirky Quillster
"Magic is the only honest profession. A magician promises to deceive you and all you get is disappointment."
Houdini
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A #WRITCO Quandary
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CAN
YOU
GUESS
MY
NAME
GAME
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Why, hello there, dear reader! Let's embark on a whimsical quest, shall we? Who am I, you might ask? A mere figment of your imagination? Perhaps. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, I have a riddle for you:
What writes without moving its hands? It whispers secrets on pages grand. What am I, so curious and sly? The answer, I dare not tell, but it's quite nearby. Can you guess my name? Give it a try!
Ah, the magic of words, isn't it grand? They dance and twirl, they leap and bound. They hide in the shadows, they shout from the ground. But who am I, this enigma so profound? A storyteller, a trickster, a joker so sound? Tell me, dear reader, have you figured me out? Or am I still wrapped in mystery's shroud?
Now, let's ponder another puzzle with glee. What starts with an 'M' and ends with a 'Y'? It's not a bee, it's not a fly. It's something you do when you're feeling shy. It's something you say when you want to reply. What could it be, up in the sky?
And what of this curious pen? It writes in ink that's never seen. What tales does it hold, what worlds within? A scribe of sorts, with a twist and a grin. Can you guess where it's been? The secrets it's told, the places it's been?
In a town where the rivers run free with the whispers of yore, there's a writer who's never seen. They scribble in shadows, behind the screen, with a heart full of...
Houdini
🤡
A #WRITCO Quandary
🌈 📚
CAN
YOU
GUESS
MY
NAME
GAME
🦄 🦋 🦋
Why, hello there, dear reader! Let's embark on a whimsical quest, shall we? Who am I, you might ask? A mere figment of your imagination? Perhaps. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, I have a riddle for you:
What writes without moving its hands? It whispers secrets on pages grand. What am I, so curious and sly? The answer, I dare not tell, but it's quite nearby. Can you guess my name? Give it a try!
Ah, the magic of words, isn't it grand? They dance and twirl, they leap and bound. They hide in the shadows, they shout from the ground. But who am I, this enigma so profound? A storyteller, a trickster, a joker so sound? Tell me, dear reader, have you figured me out? Or am I still wrapped in mystery's shroud?
Now, let's ponder another puzzle with glee. What starts with an 'M' and ends with a 'Y'? It's not a bee, it's not a fly. It's something you do when you're feeling shy. It's something you say when you want to reply. What could it be, up in the sky?
And what of this curious pen? It writes in ink that's never seen. What tales does it hold, what worlds within? A scribe of sorts, with a twist and a grin. Can you guess where it's been? The secrets it's told, the places it's been?
In a town where the rivers run free with the whispers of yore, there's a writer who's never seen. They scribble in shadows, behind the screen, with a heart full of...