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Sunday, December 7, 2014

Today's #flashfiction #AWizardlyRodeo

“Is there a doctor in the house?”
Mr. Hyde* #quote


        Hung out with CJ today. Also I made an error, the video game tournament next weekend was actually a card game tournament. Whoopsie. Ah, well, at least I can use the Pokemon I prepared in future tournaments. Maybe I'll go to the card game one, but I'm not sure if I'll have a good enough deck to justifying payin' the entry fee and I may go to my normal card game thing until I get something better(the normal card game thing is just casual, play with no specific structure or prizes.) Anyway onto the flash fiction!

A Wizardly Rodeo


         The audience watched from clouds turned solid by magic. The thicker the cloud the stiffer the seat, while a nice, light cloud felt like hands made of fluffy pillows held the passenger. The audience comprised of witches and wizards shouting and cheering. Some for the man riding the dragon in front of them to fall off and some for the man to stay on.
        The non-wizard on the dragon wished he rode a bull. But the wizards whisked him away from the normal world for this. A normal sport of theirs. Betting on whether a person from the magical worlds could handle riding a magical beast. It would be so much more boring to watch a wizard doing the rodeo. A wizard was used to riding dragons.
        But as time went on the normal person riding the dragon began to enjoy it. He held his hat high, and worked to perform as well as he could in a normal rodeo. Hard, but he tried. At home they called him Brave Thompson since he went through so many rodeos despite the injuries he sustained. But after he healed he kept getting back on the bulls and became so good he mastered the beasts of the Earth. Dragons are a different story though. Or were they?
        “No one has lasted this long!” someone from the crowd yelled. When he heard this Thompson grew even more worried than general panic of being tossed around in the sky would make him. Did the wizards expect failure? He assumed some sort of magical safety next existed in the sky below to catch him, but did they just want him to eventually plummet to his doom as part of the show? He worked to not think about it and only focused on staying on.
         Time blurred as his body kept getting tossed around and he felt his muscles being torn with pure wear. The situation ended as the dragon tired and gently fly to one of the clouds and roosted, completely exhausted. The crowd went silent.
        The runner of the event walked up to him on the cloud. “We never had anyone win since I can remember. Probably since around rodeos started. What were rules?” In a poof a book appeared in his hands. “Hmm...since everyone was betting on when you're going to fall, all the winnings go to you. I'll heal you for 1%.”
        That day Brave Thompson went home with a fortune in wizard's gold. Fortunately gold from the magical world is still the same kind of gold in the non-magical world.

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