“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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