magical world

by Bill Tiepelman

The Laughing Gnome and His Winged Friend

Deep in the heart of the Enchanted Forest, where the mushrooms grow larger than houses and the flowers sing you lullabies (usually to distract you before they spit pollen in your face), lived a gnome named Grubnuk. Grubnuk wasn't your average gnome. While most of his fellow gnomes were busy crafting tiny shoes for even tinier feet or meditating under dew-soaked leaves, Grubnuk preferred chaos. He was the kind of gnome that would superglue your shoes to the floor just for the laugh, then hand you a cup of tea afterward as if nothing had happened. The grin on his face told you everything you needed to know—Grubnuk was trouble. On this particularly sunny day, Grubnuk had one hand held up in a peace sign, the other balancing his trusty sidekick, a miniature dragon named Snort. Why “Snort”? Because this tiny creature had the irritating habit of sneezing fire every time it laughed, which happened to be often, thanks to Grubnuk’s pranks. Together, they made the perfect pair of mischief-makers—one with an endless supply of obnoxious humor, the other a living flamethrower with a sense of timing that could put any comedian to shame. "Alright, Snort, what’s the plan for today?" Grubnuk said, his legs dangling off a mushroom that was about as large as a coffee table, if said coffee table also happened to be made of fungus and poor life choices. Snort let out a squeaky roar, flapping his wings with all the grace of a wet towel being thrown at a wall. His tongue flopped out as he inhaled for another fire-laced sneeze, which, by the way, was precisely how the last gnome village ended up as nothing more than a pile of smoking rubble. Grubnuk, ever the enabler, laughed. He knew exactly what that meant. "Perfect. We'll start by messing with the elves. They're still mad about that whole ‘spiked hair-growth potion’ incident. Apparently, it wasn't as ‘temporary’ as I promised." The two set off through the forest, leaving behind their peaceful mushroom perch. They wove through a meadow of oversized daisies, which Grubnuk casually watered with a bottle of ‘magically enhanced fertilizer.’ The kind of enhancement that ensured the flowers would grow arms and start waving at confused passersby by noon. The Elf Ambush As they approached the elves’ domain—well-manicured treehouses and sparkling pathways—the gnome-dragon duo began to plot their next move. Grubnuk’s eyes gleamed with that special glint of a man... er, gnome… about to ruin someone's day. "Alright, Snort. Phase one: find the leader’s fancy cloak and… modify it." Snort puffed out his chest proudly, a bit of smoke escaping his nostrils as he fluttered off toward the elves' wardrobe line. A few moments later, he returned with a regal-looking cloak in his claws, as well as what looked suspiciously like the elf leader’s underwear (but that was just a bonus). Grubnuk cracked his knuckles and began to sew in a few 'enhancements.' Oh, it still looked as elegant as ever, but now it came with a surprise feature—tiny enchanted spiders that would scurry out from the hem and climb up the wearer’s legs, perfectly invisible to anyone else but the unfortunate soul wearing the cloak. The best part? The wearer would think they were going mad, and that's where the real fun began. Chaos Unleashed As the elf leader strode proudly into view, resplendent in his royal cloak, the mischief began. One by one, invisible spiders crept up his legs, making him swat at the air and twitch uncontrollably. It started with a light scratch, then a frantic shake of his foot, and finally, the cloak was flung off as he yelped, "By the Great Oak, I’m infested!" Elves scattered, some in sheer terror, others pointing and laughing. Grubnuk, sitting behind a bush with Snort, was in absolute stitches, practically falling over with laughter. "Priceless," he wheezed. "Oh, this is going in the prank hall of fame!" Snort, for his part, let out a satisfied snort—a mini fireball escaping his nose and singeing a nearby bush. The elves were too busy dealing with the cloak fiasco to notice. Lucky for them. Grubnuk, however, grinned even wider. “You know what, Snort? We should probably leave before they find out it was us. Again." But the fun wasn’t over. As they snuck away, Grubnuk noticed the elves’ prized ceremonial flowers, the kind that bloomed only once a decade. A wicked thought crossed his mind. "One more thing before we go," he whispered, pulling out a pouch of itching powder. With a devilish glint in his eye, he sprinkled the powder over the delicate petals. By the time the elves got back to their beloved flowers, they'd be scratching so hard they wouldn’t be able to sit still for a week. “Ah, the sweet scent of chaos,” Grubnuk said as they escaped back into the forest, the echo of elf curses chasing them into the trees. The Aftermath Back at their mushroom perch, Grubnuk and Snort settled in for the evening. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the forest, while somewhere far off, the elves were still undoubtedly dealing with the aftermath of the day’s pranks. “Another successful day of mischief, my friend,” Grubnuk said, kicking off his boots and leaning back on the soft mushroom cap. Snort curled up beside him, puffing out little smoke rings as if in agreement. “What should we do tomorrow?” Grubnuk mused aloud, already scheming. Snort responded with a tiny sneeze, igniting the edge of Grubnuk’s beard. Grubnuk slapped out the flames, laughing. “Good one, Snort. Always keeping me on my toes.” He patted the dragon’s head affectionately. “But just wait till tomorrow. We’re going after the dwarves next." And with that, the two fell asleep, their dreams filled with new pranks, singed beards, and just the right amount of chaos to keep things interesting in the Enchanted Forest.    Bring the Mischief Home! Love the playful, chaotic energy of Grubnuk and Snort? Why not bring a little of that magic into your own space? Check out this vibrant tapestry featuring the laughing gnome and his winged companion. Or, if you're a fan of something more interactive, challenge yourself with this whimsical puzzle. Add a touch of magic to your walls with a beautiful framed print, or cozy up with a throw pillow that’s perfect for your own whimsical naps. Don’t miss your chance to make a little mischief part of your home decor!

by Bill Tiepelman

Inferno of the Wild: Guardian of the Enchanted Grove

In the depths of the enchanted forest, time flowed differently. Trees whispered secrets from centuries past, and the very air buzzed with ancient magic. And at the heart of it all, there was Flare. Well, Flare was technically her name now. Before her fiery transformation, she was known as Elowen, but after an incident involving a rogue dragonfly swarm, a misplaced fire spell, and a regrettable experiment with moonshine, she had earned her new moniker. Flaming hair and a few singed eyebrows later, the name stuck. Now, Elowen—sorry, Flare—was the Guardian of the Grove, a title she had also acquired more by accident than merit. She had only been trying to fix a broken mushroom circle when the grove itself decided to appoint her. “Congratulations,” the ancient oak had said, its bark splitting into what she could only guess was a smile. “You’ve survived the test of fire. You’re now the Guardian.” Great, she thought at the time, as a newly reborn phoenix dropped onto her shoulder, its fiery tail singeing her favorite dress. At least she had a new pet. Sort of. The Rebirth of a Phoenix... and a Faerie Flare’s life had always been a series of events that she didn’t exactly plan for. She had never asked to be a faerie with a natural talent for fire spells in a forest full of flammable foliage. She also hadn’t asked to become bonded to a phoenix. But fate had a funny way of showing up at your doorstep—especially when you accidentally summon it during a misworded incantation. The phoenix, whom she’d named Ash because she had a sense of humor about these things, wasn’t just any bird. Ash was the embodiment of life, death, and the fiery chaos that bridged the two. Every time Ash burst into flames for one of her rebirths, Flare swore she’d gotten used to it. But every time, without fail, she jumped when the bird suddenly ignited like a bonfire at summer solstice. And every time, Ash reappeared in her palm, a chick with oversized eyes and a slight attitude problem. The process of rebirth was beautiful, sure, but it was also… inconvenient. “You’ve got to stop doing that in the middle of tea parties, Ash,” Flare groaned one afternoon, waving away the soot from her now-blackened teacup. “The scones can’t take it anymore. They’re flammable, you know.” Ash blinked, unimpressed, and resumed preening her feathers, now vibrant and flame-free. Apparently, a phoenix had no regard for afternoon etiquette. Humor in the Flames Being the Guardian wasn’t all fire and glory. Sure, Flare could wield powerful magic and control the very essence of the grove, but most of her duties were a bit... less glamorous. For example, there was the time she had to deal with a family of particularly stubborn raccoons who decided the enchanted waterfall was their personal swimming pool. Then there was the occasional nuisance of misplaced portals, which opened in the middle of her garden, allowing lost adventurers to wander in, asking for directions to some nonexistent treasure. One time, a rogue wizard had even shown up, convinced that the forest hid a fountain of eternal youth. Flare, with her fiery hair standing on end and a singed robe draped over her shoulder, had kindly redirected him to a mud pit, which, for the record, was very effective in exfoliating the skin, if not in turning back time. But the real challenge of being the Guardian wasn’t the bizarre magical mishaps or the occasional fire hazard. It was living up to the expectations that came with the title. Every rebirth of Ash reminded her of her own journey—how she had been reborn, in a sense, when she took on this responsibility. Each day, she woke to a new challenge, a new fire to put out—sometimes literally, sometimes metaphorically. And while it was exhausting, there was a strange beauty in it. Like Ash, she too had learned that life was a constant cycle of destruction and creation. The Beauty of Rebirth Flare often reflected on the symbolism of her bond with Ash. The phoenix’s endless cycle of death and rebirth mirrored her own struggles in life. She’d been through it all—loss, heartache, bad haircuts—but each trial only made her stronger, more resilient, and, frankly, more sarcastic. She had learned to laugh at the absurdity of it all because, in the end, what else could you do when your pet phoenix decided to combust in the middle of a knitting circle? Every rebirth, every new flame, was a reminder that life could always be remade. When one chapter ended, another began. When the flames died down, there was always something new waiting in the ashes—whether it was a freshly hatched phoenix or a new understanding of her own strength. And though Flare sometimes wished for a quieter life, she knew deep down that she was exactly where she was meant to be. So, with a resigned smile, she embraced the chaos, the rebirths, and the never-ending flames. Because being the Guardian of the Enchanted Grove wasn’t just about protecting the forest. It was about accepting that life, like fire, was wild, unpredictable, and—if you learned to laugh at it—beautiful in its own way. “Ash,” Flare said one evening, as the phoenix settled into her glowing nest for the night, “try not to burn down the treehouse again. I just redecorated.” Ash squawked in response, her fiery tail already curling up. Flare sighed, shaking her head. Rebirth was a beautiful thing, but so was a bit of peace and quiet.    Add a Touch of Magic to Your World Inspired by Flare's fiery spirit and the magical world she protects, why not bring a little piece of that enchantment into your own life? Whether you're seeking to capture the beauty of birth and rebirth, or simply want to add a spark of fantasy to your surroundings, we’ve got the perfect items for you: Inferno of the Wild Tapestry – Transform any room into a magical grove with this vibrant tapestry, capturing the essence of fire, nature, and mystical beauty. Inferno of the Wild Puzzle – Challenge yourself with this intricate puzzle, a perfect way to immerse yourself in the fiery beauty of the enchanted forest as you piece together this magical scene. Inferno of the Wild Greeting Card – Share the magic with loved ones by sending them this beautifully designed card featuring Flare and her phoenix, perfect for any occasion that celebrates transformation and new beginnings. Inferno of the Wild Wood Print – Elevate your decor with this striking wood print, a timeless piece that captures the raw beauty of the Guardian and her phoenix in a durable, natural format. Whether it's a tapestry, a puzzle, or a card, each product offers a glimpse into a world of magic, fire, and rebirth. Let Flare and Ash inspire you to embrace life's cycles, one flame at a time. Discover more at Unfocussed Shop, where fantasy meets art and everyday objects are transformed into pieces of magic.