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Weekly Contest #101
Magnolia gently ran her fingers over the worn leather spines of the stack of books; Spells for Aspiring Mages, The Official 21st Century Potion Cookbook, The History of Magic, and The Laws & Regulations of Mages. She’s read The History of Magic, and The Laws & Regulations of Mages. However, her mother forbids her from spells or potions until she’s eighteen, though the law states Mages can begin practicing magic on their sixteenth birthday.“Magnolia Opal, quit touching those!” her mother, Narcissa, scolds, “This is why I don’t take yo...
“What’s wrong with me?” I think to myself with tears trickling down my face, relentlessly. My heart aches, leaving a heaviness in my throat; I can barely breathe. Gregory’s been acting differently towards me lately; closed-off and distant. He suddenly wants to have dinner together tonight as he has something important to talk to me about.“He’s going to break-up with me, I know it.” I shake my head, in an attempt to argue with my own thoughts. I’m not ready for it to be over, not yet or ever for that matter. I’ve never loved anyone like I lov...
Weekly Contest #99
“The most beautiful part is, I wasn’t even looking when I found you.” - Atticus ~~~The heat of the day still clings to the air, radiating off the pavement below. The sun has slowly made its way throughout the sky, only a couple more hours of sunlight left. The harsh winds changed to a gentle breeze, allowing the sweet smell of nature to flow around us. The harmonious melody of birds chirping filled my ears as I leaned back in my chair, and glanced at my husband, Blake. His hazel brown eyes, golden like whiskey in the light, twinkled as he sm...
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