“A Long Time
Ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away...”
A Game of
Thrones*
Been
reading A Game of Thrones today. Clocked into page 214. Didn't just
read it, still had to write the story. It's said that to become a
better writer you have to read and I believe you have to write too, a
lot(hence this blog) but I've been skimping on the reading a bit
because of it. I do I hope I learn a great deal by reading George
Martin's book. You know, see his style of writing, and learn by
seeing how he structures storytelling and how he made things work.
It's a long book though, sad I had to take a nap because one of my
meds caused me to have a tired spell(that's one of my side effects,
my doctor is working to get my off of it) and if I get tired my
seizures go way up. I had like thirty-something when it happened
while I working on going to sleep. Hopefully I won't have that
problem and can clock in more pages tomorrow. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
The
Magic Bomb
The magic bomb
was going to go off. If it did the entire city would be hit with some
spell. I didn't know what. I was the only one in the magic bomb squad
close enough to get to it in time. The runes have already gone red.
Probably only seconds till detonation. These were in a very, very old
language. I couldn't read it and I doubt my coworkers or half the
wizards in the city could. There was no hope...I couldn't defuse this
bomb. And I could tell from the green runes on the side is that it
was made to go off if it detected the use of any advanced technology
like cellphones. I wasn't going to go down as the heroic man who
stopped the arcane magic bomb. I was going to be remembered as the
man who couldn't stop the magic bomb and save the city from disaster.
I know how it goes. I'll be dead and half the people will blame me
for not stopping it? Maybe the presses will have the mercy of only
blaming the bomb and leave me as some sort of hero. A hero who
couldn't do his job.
The bomb went
off.
Confetti flew
everywhere.
Not just a little.
When the bomb went off a flash of light lead to massive clouds of
confetti covering the streets of the entire city. It was early in the
morning and just before rush hour. I doubt anybody had or would be
hurt. Though cleanup would probably cost thousands. And it would keep
costing thousands and even more incidents would come. How did I know?
This wasn't the first time. Ten years ago this had happened. This was
the work of the Party Wizard. It seems he had escaped from the insane
asylum and was on the loose again. And I would be the poor man who
had to tell the tale of seeing the first magic bomb of his after ten
years of imprisonment. And the confetti bombs were not the worse. He
had bombs that turned things into cakes or pigeons. His insanity knew
no bounds. He could annoy millions with his magic bombs that used
arcane magic. And I would not be remembered as a hero or a martyr but
a man who was at the start of his second reign of annoying terror.
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