A Warlock’s Opinion of Love

Photo: J Hardy Carroll

 

This is an entry to Friday Fictioneers – where we write 100 word stories based on the picture prompt provided.

Most warlocks will tell you that magic cannot interfere with love. However, Arran’s 162 year experience has taught him that love can be far more fragile than many ascribe it to be.

20 minutes ago, he watched with disappointment as his young protégé disappeared into a $200-a-night hotel with his ill chosen minx. From that moment, this private tryst was doomed.

A simple incantation and smoke is billowing from just one window of the hotel. The lovers are probably oblivious to what’s happening outside, but it won’t be long before they have sudden, unexpected company.

Love rarely survives such indignities.

Friday Fictioneers – The rather complicated model

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Copyright – David Stewart

So, I just got back from helping out at my uni department’s summer school. It was a three day residential thing and it was totally awesome, but I am just absolutely, utterly, completely exhausted. At the moment, I’m putting off unpacking and reluctant to get out of my lovely, not-so-flattering ambassador t-shirt, because I enjoyed it so much and it went by so quickly I’m finding it hard to believe it’s over. I’m still in a kind of psychedelic ambassador mode which involves smiling until it hurts and being very energetic and “out there” which does not come naturally to me. (Might be something to do with the billion cups of coffee I consumed over the last few days in order to survive.)

When I saw the photo, it for some reason made me think of a model that had gone badly wrong somewhere, and the person building it had given up. Here is my summer school themed FF contribution:

“Guys! Guys! Seriously, you need to hurry up! The other teams have practically finished building their models!”

 I look nervously over at Melissa, knowing that her words are only panicking our already flustered team.

“It’s impossible, I don’t understand!” a girl wails. I suddenly start sneezing.

“Ah! Ah! Picture clue four-CHOOO! Oh dear. I think I need a tissue…”

The girl’s eyes light up and she studies the picture instructions closely before showing the rest of the team. Melissa shoots me one of her world-famous death glares.

“We’re not supposed to help them!” she says.

I pull an innocent face.

Taking Back The Crown – Part Seven

“You hesitate too much. You’re thinking, that’s a good thing, trust me, I didn’t think at all when I first started training. I’d just lash out and my mentor would walk circles around me. But you are thinking too much. You shouldn’t need that much time to make judgements, trust the first one that comes to you.”

Sonya stood on the opposite side of the combat room, a sweaty layer forming on her back, trying to take Seta’s advice in. Part of the problem laid in the fact she constantly had to scale down her true power. If he realized how strong she really was, they might figure out who she was and not let her stay. Besides, she might end up killing Seta in the unlikely event that she actually landed a blow on him. Power wasn’t everything. Seta was extremely fast, elegant and he made controlling his strength look easy. Even if Sonya wasn’t holding back, she wouldn’t win.

She supposed that was why they’d let him become a mentor early. Normally, a student did not become a mentor until they were thirty. Then again, Sonya was a year younger than all the other new students. She was also much more female. They had all stared at first. Some still did. She didn’t know what they thought of her. Students here did not socialize much with each other. Everyone travelled around in their mentor/student couplings.

Seta was a good mentor to her. When Trin or Naria had escaped the “abyss” the Rutilus had put them in, she’d be ready to fight with them.