Somehow I’m supposed to write a story where the first word of each sentence spells spell. Perhaps I’ll be able to do it. Perhaps not. Effort is what I need to accomplish this challenge. Limited success is all I need. Love to face a challenge and, as if by magic spell, finish.

The Prince snored softly upon her patient bed Blind until an hour ago after she spelled his sight Shall they behead her or hang her when they See she has accidentally used an illegal spell? When she cast it she didn’t read the fine print Love is Blind, so he smiles and she knows she Is going to die, even if she wept and her heart was Expressed, they would kill her before the first light

Only through deception will she escape her own Death, with cunning, magic, and control May she break this curse. She can’t be Beat in this cover up race, only in This can she rewrite her fate Curses abound and are not what they seem Best to be honest and avoid the schemes

Mary woke up every morning to do her hair and makeup, she loved eyeliner the most. Jane, Mary’s sister, hated Mary and how talented she was, she wished she could look like her. Is she jealous? Absolutely. The problem was, Mary wasn't her real sister, she was adopted because Jane’s parents didn't think they could have children so Jane was more of a miracle baby and she was born just 10 months after her parents adopted Mary. Best in all of her classes, and popular at school, Mary had anything and everything Jane could ever dream of. In terms of looks, Jane wasn't hideous, she just didn't consider herself as pretty as her older sister. The problem was that Jane wished to be an only child, and she knew that if her parents waited one more month and found out Jane’s mom was pregnant before they adopted Mary, then maybe Jane would be an only child. Mornings were always chaotic for them, Jane hogging up the bathroom so that Mary couldn't have time to shower before school, she’d hoped that Mary would go to school smelly and no one would want to talk to her again. Before first grade, Jane did not quarrel with Mary, it wasn't until the beginning of second grade that Jane had a crush on a boy, a boy who she soon found out had a crush on her sister Mary. School and home life sucked for both of them after that, Jane made hell for Mary, and Mary never knew what she did wrong.

Not a spell but I think it's funny haha

Moon shaped pebbles were scattered along the river, begging to be saved.

Shining under water, those same stones cried louder.

Star was written in the dirt by the bank.

Light was going as I watched the tide.

Enhance the colors, they spill about.

My eyes couldn’t even believe it.

Mind you, the ripples were hypnotic.

Enhance the dangers, they’re coming too.

My heart began its beat.

Might I make it out alive?

Through the river, I began to walk.

All the rocks left a scar.

This tale may be confusing, but so is my life.

Day would come tomorrow.

And then you may see.

All the traces I left blew away.

This wand I held became my chance.

Night came as I whispered, “Moon shining, star light, enhance my mind, enhance my might, through all this day and all this night.”

Thread. Stab. Sew. Pull. Thread. Stab. Sew. Pull. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Victims strands of hair to grab Stomped with feet Upon a curse Like witchcraft sin The stab of needles Flow buttons within Of colour dark Incessant fighting Blood runs and giggles.

We are magic Have you not guessed? Overcome with power Your family, blessed Soul bewitch, corpse twitch.

“There once was a warlock from Coolderry Serious and chaste, he grew quite merry He met a lady bear with a plush derriere finally that warlock might lose his—“

There was a tremendous pop. Once a creepy prancing leprechaun, there was now a softball, a softball ball-sized dent in the plaster, and a smear of green goop. Warlock Librarian Priest Dr. Lee Tabitha stood in a batter’s crouch. “Coolderry Crows Cricket All-Stars, what can I say?” Lee shrugged.
Seriously hiding a smile, his bear shifter teammate Officer Teddi Kodiak eyed Lee. Chaste? Teddi thought until her cheeks reddened. Quite confused Sheriff Tank Adolphus ran into the farmhouse, “Merry flippin’ Christmas did you just kill an elf?” He peered at the wobbling green jelly-like material. “Lady bear, I might leprechaun. It’s a leprechaun and it’s not dead. We have to contain it before the gooey filling reconfigures into a foul-mouthed troll. Plush derriere I- I- I mean fresh air I need fresh air. " Lee said before running from the farmhouse. “Finally he’s lost it. That warlock wasn’t ready to leave the cloister, “ said Tank. “Why would a leprechaun pull pranks in the middle of nowhere Canada?” Teddi asked. They watched as the goo started to slowly draw together and solidify. Agent Tess Morganna and Ofc. Jimmy Thunderbird hurried with an empty peanut butter jar. Tess scooped up the goo while Jimmy laid down a binding spell. “Teddi is right why here and why now. We have run into vampires and not fae folks both extinct and we haven’t hit Pittsburgh yet. Somehow long dead bad magic is bubbling back up to torment humanity. I think it is deliberate,” Tess said.

Casting spells All is well Things from hell Souls to sell Tessa🦋

I don’t hurt, though I might. Curse, but never cry. You shouldn’t expect less, you promised. Forever.

Casting spells All is well Things from hell Souls to sell Tessa🦋

Casting spells All is well Things from hell Souls to sell Tessa🦋