The Magic Had Worked;
The Owl Was Now Part Of Her,
Its Wisdom, All Hers…
Prompt:
magic
Haiku: Sign
The Sign At The Inn,
Welcomes All, But Non-Witches
May Pay With Their Souls…
Prompt:
Flash Fiction: My Return
I have returned.
I can’t say it’s good to be back, because this place never really felt like home. Even though the land was cold and perpetually covered in snow, the people were no different. I never knew that families are supposed to share warmth until I ran from my house and travelled the world.Of course, my family had no faith in me. They never believed I could achieve my dreams and my ambitions. Proved them wrong. Well, now I am back from my journey, a successful fire elemental mage.
I only hope my family can handle the heat now…
Prompt:
Haiku: Magic Trick
The Magic Trick Is
Not Making The Man Vanish,
But Also Return…
Prompt:
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #238 Magic&Man
Haiku: Real Magic
Flash Fiction: Summoner
The book showed promise.
As an aspiring mage, I could confidently state that I knew a few things about magic. I knew the basic elemental and kinetic spells. However, I wanted to be a summoner.
The ancient book held all the spells I needed. Summoning animals seemed like an interesting starting point. I read out the incantation and felt the spell work its magic.
The horse and cat in my vicinity began climbing the hill, approaching me. The spell was perfect. A little too perfect. I underestimated its potency.
The spell had summoned animals from the other world as well…
Word Count: 100
Prompt:
Three Line Tale: The Train
There it goes again, the train carrying all those little children who are soon going to be introduced to the wondrous world of magic, at the very best school in existence.
As always, I only get to see it from my ancestral home, never getting to sit inside the train, never making the journey these lucky kids are making.
The train mocks me as do the paintings on the walls of my home, all my ancestors, blessed with magical abilities, and me, the only black sheep in the family can only dream of magic….
Word Count: 94
Prompt:
FTS Project #1: Mirror of Erised
I look into the extraordinary mirror.
I see a boy of sixteen looking back, all skin-and-bones, but smiling. I look down at my translucent, spectral body.
How I wish…
Word Count: 29
Prompts:
Finish The Story Prompt by Suchita
Weekend Writing Prompt #79 – Translucent
FOWC with Fandango – Extraordinary
This is the first micro fiction story in the Finish The Story Project (FTS Project)
You can find out more about the project here
Read more about The Mirror of Erised
Stay tuned, a lot more to come in this project!
Happy reading! 🙂
Flash Fiction: Griffin
I looked at the box in awe.
My master had managed to outdo himself. It was times like these, when my harsh apprenticeship seemed worthwhile. I could have become apprentice to any wizard. However, I chose my eccentric master. I was warned about the nature of the apprenticeship. I was told how menial the nature of my tasks would be. Yet, my instincts told me that I would get to witness magic like no other here. Today, my instincts were going to be proven right.
In the orange box, my master had managed to gather all the rare ingredients required to summon a Griffin. No other wizard had ever achieved this feat. It would be so incredible to observe a real Griffin, learn about it. I decided to ask my master about it. I was sure he had some great world-changing research in mind.
“Master, what are we gonna do once the Griffin is summoned?”
Master raised an eyebrow and nonchalantly replied.
“Eat it, of course. Always wanted to try Griffin meat…”
Word Count: 172
Prompt:
Flash Fiction: Magic
The old man observed the couple in his crystal ball.
They were standing at the sea face, hand in hand, looking at the setting red orb in the sky.
“You know baby, when we are together, it feels magical.”
She looked into his eyes and smiled in agreement.
The old wizard however had a grim face. He spotted two shadows approaching the oblivious couple. There was no way they could sense the darkness approaching. The old man turned to his assistant.
“Merlyn, we need to move fast. We cannot lose our source of magic. We must protect true love…”
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
Carrot Ranch August 23 Flash Fiction Challenge
Image Credit: Wizard Painting – Thinker Wizard by Rob Carlos
