Dark Magic 21 comments


Friday Fictioneers is an insane scramble to tell a story with a paltry 100 words.  I’ve missed the last couple of weeks and suffered withdrawal as a result.   Obviously, Rochelle’s aim is to enslave us all and force us to write efficiently.  My story this week is about enslavement, as well, though I can’t quite picture Rochelle as the evil necromancer who terrorizes my characters–but you never know.

 

Dark Magic

“Run!” He stood above me atop the castle tower, a shadow in the moon-bright sky. “Don’t stop. I’ll find you.”

copyright-Jennifer Pendergast

copyright-Jennifer Pendergast

Out the castle gates I flew. Magic snapped at my heels, enchantments loosed by a foe beyond my craft.

“I’ll find you!” My enemy’s whisper assured.

At the outer gate, I fell, spent, my fingers coiled above the atom of life in my belly. The castle, a black hole in the night, blazed to phosphorescent blue lightening . . . and winked out. Gone. Dissolved in the ether.

Whose witchery prevailed? I squinted down the path with light-blind eyes, waiting.

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I’m S.K. Dubois—writer, editor, and unapologetic lover of all things wonderfully weird and magically delicious. I call the Missouri Ozarks my home, where the misty woods and mysterious hills inspire my tales of urban fantasy, paranormal mysteries, and otherworldly mayhem. When I’m not conjuring up stories, I’m helping fellow authors polish their manuscripts, especially if they involve magic, murder, or things that go bump in the night.

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