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Friday, September 26, 2014

Today's #flashfiction #TheSummonersBidding

“Trick or treat!”
Willy Wonka* #quote


       Today I went to my card game thing. Tomorrow my bro and his wife will be coming over for dinner. Not sure if I'll be heading to my other card game thing. Depends on the timing of the two. Can't be in two places at once. Maybe I'll find a way around that someday. Anyway onto the flash fiction!


The Summoner's Bidding


        Yorlorn the summoner became an elite in his craft at a very young age. A prodigy they called him. Currently twelve he could summon many beings to do his bidding. And tonight he would. He gathered all the necessary ingredients and tossed them in the cauldron. He wrote the summoning symbols all over the floor in chalk. He turned off his cellphone so that no one would call or text him and break his focus.
       He said the magic chant for his summoning with intense precision. Every syllable coming out in his cracking voice. Puberty would probably hit in a year or two. The cauldron shook along with the ground and foundation of the house. Purple smoke filled the room and a ghost floated in front of Yorlorn.
        “Young summoner,” the ghost bellowed in a voice filled with agony. “Why have you brought me from the afterlife to your world. What is they bidding?” The creature's body looked like a cloth trapped in fire. The disembodied eyes bled and looked at the boy with anger and sorrow as it longed to return to the comfort of oblivion.
        Yorlorn replied, “You're intangible right? Could you check whether or not the light in the refrigerator stays on?”

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