50 Word Thursday – Off to see the Wizard.

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam, who was the original creator of this challenge and I’m thrilled she decided to co-host this challenge with me. Click on the link below to see her post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/08/16/50-word-thursday-33/comment-page-1/?unapproved=11358&moderation-hash=e8a7f41d9d77a0fbbf76ec04078f638a#comment-11358

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And the words:

“David knocked on the door that the wizard had returned to its original dilapidated but one piece style,” – Shadow Pack – Marc Daniel

 

It was with some trepidation that he’d gone to visit the wizard. Of course, he was sceptical, A Wizard? Come on! All the same though, when the man, draped in robes of black satin with gold and silver symbols over it, opened the door and gave a beckoning gesture, David’s heart began to beat faster.

Inside the room, there was another door inside, a plain, rather drab, door, but as he stared at it, the wizard began to agitate his arms and it was replaced by grand bronze doors that swung open to display a throne room inside.

David was aghast, it seemed that contentious though it was, this man was the real deal. A Wizard! The man waved his arms once more and all was as it was.

David knocked on the door that the wizard had returned to its original dilapidated but one-piece style, and this door swung open to display a plain small room, windowless and uninviting. David stepped in and before he could turn around, the metal door slammed shut, with a ringing sound that echoed in that empty cell.

David frantically banged on the door and screamed but no one came. No one ever came.

[200 Words]

 

This story also contains the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/rdp-tuesday-agitate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/your-daily-word-prompt-contentious-august-20-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/gesture/

 

 

 

 

My Fantasy Story – Part 9

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago.

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Nine

Lara looked at Mage Caraffi and asked “What happened Augustus?”

The Mage replied in sombre tones “That daft old fool was casting a death spell. He must have been a very powerful Wizard to even know the complex incantations required for that spell. Had he succeeded in finishing his chanting, I expect one of us would be dead now. Luckily, as a Mage I was able to bypass his incantations and the smoking potions and draw directly on the energy he was conjuring. I used his own black cloud against him. He is no more, gone, vanquished.”

David suddenly ran to the roadside and was violently sick. Bethra and Lara both went over to check on him. 

“David, what is the matter?” Lara asked. David looked up at her. He appeared to be very pale and he was shaking uncontrollably. 

Continue reading My Fantasy Story – Part 9

My Fantasy Story – Part 8

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago. I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂 

If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Eight

The journey was becoming rather boring and Lara was suffering the ill effects of a long coach journey, namely a numb posterior. She had also emptied her stomach of her last meal. She remembered the meal quite clearly. They had stayed the previous night at an Inn that had been the only inhabitable building for miles, except for a few scattered farms. It was not up to the standard she was used to. They were only a few hours ride from the border between Argor and the next district of Savarias but she had not wanted to travel through the night. After a night sharing a room and a lumpy bed with Bethra she regretted that decision but had been looking forward to a decent breakfast. The fare was also not what she was used to, barley gruel and stale bread, but Lara ate everything with a ravenous hunger. Bethra just nibbled at a piece of bread.

Continue reading My Fantasy Story – Part 8