“Its black
gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that
does not sleep, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren
wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust, the very air you
breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do
this. It is folly.”
Pee-Wee's
Playhouse*
Today the
Internet was down for the day because we were switching phones and
such. I now have one of them fancy smart phone doohickys. We actually
had to use my phone as a hotspot because the normal Internet busted.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Springtime For Magic
“It's
springtime woohoo!” shouted Darrin the sorcerer. He was ready for
some serious summoning. In his magical land magic followed life. So
when winter ended and the amount of life in the world increased so
did the magic. And so did the power of wizards. Springtime was power
to him.
Darrin
frolicked among the flowers. Such pretty flowers lined the courtyard
of his massive castle. He planted them just so they could show him
that springtime arrived. Just to show him when magic became its
strongest. Oh, the butterflies! They flapped so nicely, yellow, pink
and a rare species with a turquoise hue. The fact they graced his
garden meant he could summon the strongest demons to do his bidding!
Darrin threw
his old wizard's hat in the air in joy. The old, brown ragged thing
flopped in the gentle springtime wind. Springtime wind didn't quite
have the strength to keep such a heavy thing afloat for long. Darrin
wished for immortality upon a genie he found. (Found if you count
raiding another wizard's treasure trove) and his age showed in his
wrinkled skin. Should have wished for eternal youth right? But with
springtime here and the clouds, gentle and nice magic was strong
enough he could cast the spells to patch up his youth. Maybe find a
maiden? Why should the dragon-slaying knights get all the princesses?
Oh, springtime,
springtime, springtime for magic!
Author Comment:
It's still winter and I want it to stop being cold.
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