Mystery Returns

The household lay silent, though none yet slumbered. Aye, this was not a quiet brought by restful sleep, but the agonizing still caused by illness. The mother of the house lay abed, her breath shallow and hoarse. The others in the family crept about, their movements slow and steady, inflicting as little noise as possible on their beloved's sensitive ears.

It was only because of this that the slight rustle in the front room was heard. The oldest sister moved curiously forward to determine the source of the sound. She found a slip of paper peeking from under the door, marked with only these words:

Prayers are being lifted for the Madam. Check your front stoop for some tangible comfort.
--Mystery the Caring

The young lady flung open the door to find a basket overflowing with delicate foods, fresh-baked bread, ripe fruits, and even a hot thermos of soup.

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As morning dawned, a house across town was anything but quiet. Indeed, tempers flared and voices raised in the din of banging breakfast dishes. One might wonder why they bothered with dishes, for there was scarcely a crumb to be found anywhere in the house.

As a disgruntled boy stomped out the front door to carry out the garbage (for oddly enough, though there be no food in a house, trash seems to multiply just as quickly as ever), he tripped over yet another basket. The note tucked into the cover read:

A job opportunity awaits the Master of the house. Apply at the post office. In the mean time, enjoy this gift.

--Mystery the Helpful

Under the note, hearty food was piled in such abundance that the boy cried out with delight.

Yes indeed my friends, as you have seen, the Kingdom of Mystery has risen from obscurity and is once more ready to bring joy and entertainment to the good people of FaithWriters.

Times have changed and "longer signatures" is no longer the rallying cry of the loyal scribes of Mysteria. Mystery the Great has decreed that the new cry shall be:

LONG LIVE MYSTERY, AND LONG MAY OUR IMAGINATIONS PLAY!