“No, I am
Spartacus!”
What's My
Line?* #quote
This Sunday I'm
thinking of going to a card game tournament. For tomorrow I've got my
costuming club thing. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The
Sacrificial Ritual
The
necromancers are wizards of the darkest of magic. They have a fuel
for their magic. Blood and screams mixed with corpses and souls. The
vile necromancer Frahri gathered this all up in his dungeon to bring
whatever he desired to him. The poor people he captured for his
ingredients looked on as he lit candles for his ritual. As he cast
his spell the flame of his candles turned from red to blue to black
then vanished and the necromancer got what he desired.
A brand new
flat screen TV. Frahri figured if he could he use the dark arts to
get it, then he would, he bothered selling his soul and mastering all
this magic after all. Next would come the DVD player and all the
seasons of Wizard Idol.
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