vanished (400)

the glass acts as a type of portal, separating ancestress from descendant. it's been passed down over the centuries, held onto for dear life and handed down when the call came. the story is that the first one to live out the myth managed to enchant it in her last mortal act, and now the… Continue reading vanished (400)

Paving the Way

Flash Fiction July, 20 You made magic look easy, did you know that? I'm folded over the pile of gemstones, imbuing each one with different spells as you requested me to do; a list of all that needed doing, and the spells which corresponded. It could almost have been easy, but the magic takes a… Continue reading Paving the Way

elixir (300)

widdershins, came the voice from behind me, somewhere to my right. i stirred, raising my head, murmuring the incantation slower than before. turn to the voice, i could not. i could not look to her, gage a reaction or try to read her expression. she was coaching me, this elixir normally beyond my skills. it had… Continue reading elixir (300)

deceitful alchemist

you told me always: tiny vial of potion, glittering, enticing - too tempting to turn down. too easy (foolish) to reach out, wrap clumsy fingers around thin glass. (the elixir sparkled, burned going down; burned away all your lies about always.)

literary lion: pool (100)

with a flick, i lowered the flame under the cauldron and wound the rope, bringing it to safe height for bottling. the liquid shimmered silver under the moonlight, a pale effect against the dulled darker silver of the cauldron. drawing a ladle from the branch of the tree and a bag of vials, i measured out… Continue reading literary lion: pool (100)

a voice (150)

they call me many things. seductress; a lure; creation ancient and modern. most lately, they call me magician. they accuse me of working craft that's incomprehensible, of possessing inanimate objects to animation and sketching out a story. (four-minute stories were my skill long ago, first struggled with, then mastered) and i follow you around, loyal to technology… Continue reading a voice (150)

Poetry 101 Rehab: Magic

you are magic: i am magic. speaking quietly, quickly quaintly and hearing you choke on the words. the words flow, tapping at an otherwise-silent atmosphere. it's like watching rain and hallucinating sunlight over the horizon. hush: watch me work enchanting and agile. elegant, it seems, in its complexity. (watch the world around you dissolve into… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Magic

about a storm (150)

she shook, yanking the ends of her jacket sleeves over her hands and pressing her lips together until they hurt. this kind of storm was unusual, one where she could only watch and wait. so far, she hadn't found a way to make it stop: headphones only muffled so much, and she'd know the appearance… Continue reading about a storm (150)

Poetry 101 Rehab: Changes

when i turned and looked at you, you hallucinated magic. the magic, you said, wrapped around my body cloak-like; it shimmered in my hair and shone in my eyes. silver and gold welded together, you thought, some fascinating new hybrid. and in my voice you heard charm and something indefinable. to this day it has… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Changes