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Been workin' on
me books. Fun tidbit... I've already clocked over 200 stories on the blog! These really build up don't they? I think it's been improving my skills.
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The Lonely
Witch In Her Room
There was once
a lonely, young witch girl. Everyone in the Village of Mages loved
her. But they were all adults and none of them really knew how to
play with a young girl. So they would give her gifts of books to
compensate for a lack of understanding. Everyone would smile at
her...but she couldn't play with anyone. She spent her days alone in
her room with her magic cauldron and all her books.
The girl did
have one fortunate circumstance. And that was the fact she was born
with incredible cleverness. She decided that if she didn't have
friends she would merely make them. So obvious.
She looked
around her room for things to bring to life. The only thing were all
those books. So that's what would have to be it. She decided to bring
the books to life. Though the girl didn't quite understand the spell
she was using. She was using a summoning spell..to summon something
from the books. The spell was meant to be used on scrolls with
language specifically written for this purpose. She thought the books
would be brought to life.
But instead
creatures were summoned from the texts. The effects were strange to
say the least. Something intended to be used on a specifically
written scroll used instead on some random storybook owned by a
little girl? The reactions were chaotic.
Out of the
girl's storybooks came strange things that were combinations of
characters in the book. Though by chance some things came through
complete. For example out of one book a prince with a dragon head
came out with a complete princess. Other storybook characters didn't
come out nearly as clean.
The little
witch girl had incredible magical abilities inherited from her
bloodline. She had the ability to create powerful beings. From her
science books came multi-brained elder gods with writhing tentacles
who knew vast seas of knowledge. Sculptures from her art books sprung
forth, merged with paintings so that parts of their bodies were
partially stuck in the second dimension.
Out of her
history books copies of various individuals came out...no matter how
dangerous or heroic. Whether they be they be the generals or the
powerful, devout soldiers that followed under them.
The spell
caused space to warp and her room to compensate for all the beings
being summoned from the spell and they kept coming and coming. Music
books gave her beings that were manifestations of song bound together
by magic where pounding sounds tore the air around them with violent
notes. When the spell hit her books encyclopedias about nature
deities that had the powers of both plants and animals were born and
they emerged to the world eager to take hold for their kinds.
The spell hit
every book in her room, space still expanding to compensate for them
all. But no matter their personalities or strength they were all
created by the spell. And as per the spell there was one rule
involving their creation.
They all had to
be her friends.
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