a story

i am going to write a story about a society wherein people get so pompous that rudeness is condoned, as long as you do it with style and panache. and i'm going to throw in a magic doorknob that listens to all this pomp, and laughs about this to itself.

wherein warlocks are common, witches are aplenty and where gold is no longer of much value because anyone can make it. the currency, therefore, is glamour, sold in little sachets like little packets of SK II; where barter trade owns the society and where laughter is the food of all beings.

yes, laughter is food.

and the little doorknob has it, only nobody knows it laughs, or that it has an awareness, or that it even has an intelligence.


nobody knows about this little knob, until one day...