Journey Series

Journey Series

Monday, July 11, 2016

Scene Flash Fiction – No Magic Left


Hope everyone had an amazing week. If not then maybe this little unedited scene will brighten the start of your week. Have a great one.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia

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ADULT CONTENT
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My stomach cramped from laughter. Kelly, the most logical and sane person I knew, told me she was a witch. At first, I thought I misheard and she called herself a bitch. She’s done it many times when she was ticked at overlooking something. She quickly set me straight when I reminded her of how un-bitchy she was. Slap upside the head was her retaliation for what she called stupidity. Then the beanpole look-a-like fiery red haired woman informed me she’d turn me into toad if I misheard her again.
“I meant what I said.”
I didn’t doubt she had. One small problem, there was no magic left among the world. The wizard people died out before either one of us was born, thanks to the air pollution eating away their natural born talent. The wizard people had been spread out across the entire world for centuries, but the last ten years of their existences they’d openly lived among the humans. Many made a great living by creating and selling simply spells. Other used their skills to assistance the dying. Unlike what the wizard people feared when the world discovered them there was no hostility or riots against them. They were accepted into the flow of society.
“Jack . . . I’m warning you.” Kelly pointed her index finger at me. “Stop the hyena laughter or I’m going to make you a ugly brownish frog.”
“Kelly . . .” I pursed my lips, forcing the next round of belly holding mirth down. “The joke is . . .”

A white little spark flew from her fingertip and zapped me in the dead center of my chest. My hand flew up to my chest, but the small streak was gone and so was my hours spent in the gym masculine chest. I looked to where Kelly had been standing and saw only bright blades of grass.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Flash Fiction Phrase What to do?


Hi,
Sorry I forgot to make a post last week. Kind of a busy one. I do apologize. I hope this week’s post finds everyone having an amazing Fourth of July. Let is spark your week off in the best way.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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Unedited Scene
Adult Content
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What to do? What to do? Red, orange flames flowed from the ground. Not like any fire he’d ever saw. Nope. There was no smoke to choke you or make your eyes sting. There was only heat and it crept towards him, no one else. It consumed nothing, not even the browning grass under it. The strange flame had its non-existing eye set on him.
“Move, Theo.”
Theo whipped his head towards Sal, the one friend he had since first grade. What was Sal doing there? He couldn’t let his best bud come to his rescue. The flame was deadest on his target and that wasn’t Sal. Sal needed to remain far from the sitatuion at hand.
“Get out of here.”
Theo darted to his left, taking the trail behind him. He knew it well. Should, he ran it four times a day. Who would’ve known a steady routine of jogging would truly save his life one day. The unusual fire did just like Theo expected, followed. Problem was, faster he ran the closer the fire seemed to get.
“What now?” He asked himself, but got an answer from Sal.
“You let me do my job.”
“What the . . .” Theo stumbled, landing hard on his hands. “Where did you come . . .”
“Not now.” Sal stepped in front of him and lifted his hands, chanting in some strange language. Sort of resembled someone talking backwards. The fire was an inch away from him, but instead of touching him it began to shrink and a loud shrill filled the silent night.
Theo watched on as the fire disappeared and the late night crickets began to sing their song of happiness.
“You okay?” Sal wiped his hands on his shirt.
“Okay? You seriously asking me that?”
“Yeah.”
“What the hell was that?”
“Fire Demon.”
“Demon? What the . . .” Darkness consumed him as he heard his mother’s voice.

“He doesn’t know, Sal.”