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Magic Basic: Manifesting
Magic Basic: Manifesting By Justin Ramirez “ All right please sit down and take your seats, everyone.” The class sat down onwww.onedoor.cc wooden seats as their instructor started to write on the blackboard. “ My name is Vox Deruste, I will be your mysticism teacher for the semester.” The instructor was clad in a tri-colored robe. Red, blue, and green. And yet the most eye-catching part of their appearance was the green fire and black smoke that made up their body.A green fire-based body, Black smoke inside their mouth, and eyes that leaked out like cigarettes. A nearly stitch-like, ooze-like mouth. All wra...
The New Father Christmas
“Come on kids!” yelled Samuel up the stairs. He was due in school ten minutes ago. He was a primary school teacher. As the sound of dropping Xbox remotes echoed from upstairs, Samuel put on his shoes and coat. “Hurry up guys!” He pleaded with his eldest, Mollie aged 9 and his youngest, Sebastian aged 6 as they bounded down the stairs. “We’re coming Dad, chill out!” Replied Mollie sarcastically. Samuel was in no mood for sarcasm today. “Seb, have you got your lunchbox today?” Reminded Dad. “Doh!” Replied Seb, as he slapped his hand on his head and ran into the kitchen to grab it. Eventually, t...
I'm No Psychic
1403 wordsRated PG: violencePrompt: Write a near-future thriller where a piece of everyday technology has turned against your character--and only your character.Author's note: this story is for my parent, who gave me the idea“...and over here, we have the history of Edward Louie, creator of the first fortune-cookie machine. In the late 1960s, he was tired of folding thousands of cookies each day…”I ignore the guide my family is listening closely to. Today was my mother’s turn to choose a place to go. Our portable fortune cookie folder had piqued her interest, so she thought a trip to the museu...
If Only It Had Been Wind in the Bells
(Sequel to, Might as Well Have Been Wind in the Bells) I stand peacefully in my grove of cherry blossoms, eyes closed as the petals fall on my face, soft and gentle as the morning breeze that blows them. I sway slightly, trying to become one with the environment. The soft green grass beneath my bare feet, the elegant trees surrounding me, even the simple home behind me. The furin ring out, clear and sweet across my domain, the sound easily caught in my vulpine ears. I turn swiftly around just as the warning chimes of my wind bells begin to echo and fade, but even then, I am too slow. “Tachiro,...