“To be or not
to be.”
Schrodinger's Cat* #quote
Today I played video games with my incredible hardcore skillz. I
only nearly lost five times! Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Thing That Made The Sunny Witch Cry
People knew me as the Sunny Witch instead of Beverly. Not because I
practiced fire or light magic or something simple like that. They all
called me that because I always wore a bright smile. I never cried,
ever. Even when around the greatest tragedies in the magic world
struck I could keep optimistic and smile. I would cast healing magic
with a smile and cure all the sick children even when other healers
couldn't around all the sickly young ones.
I'd seek out all the happiness I could. I'd had fun with all the
magical creatures, dragons, griffons and whatever I could ride, tame
or even just meet. I'd go to the various circuses and see the other
spell casters use their magic to make wonderful shows. I would bond
with the other races. Dine with the elves, dance with the werewolves,
limbo with the vampires, and so much more.
Though one thing eventually made me cry. Normally something that
makes me happy: Researching various spells. I cast a spell to peer
into other universes. And I peered into yours. One without any of
these wonderful magic things. I cried. How can you live in such a
place?
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