A magic spell goes wrong, leaving a witch in an odd situation...
Write a short scene about this situation.
Spells were always a tricky subject one word mispronounced and the whole spell turns out different. Thats how I ended up like this, as a dumb cat. A stupid fluffy black cat. Like could they have been any more stereotypical. The worst part is the only way to reverse transfiguration spells is to have a reversal potion. I used my last potion when I accidentally turned myself into a rabbit last month,...
“You’re the most radiant person I’ve ever seen!” The once cataract cloudy eyes of the boy were now clear and soft green, sharp in their new colour. Hazel flipped through her spell book frantically as the prince stumbled off his makeshift bed.
“No no no, it was supposed to be cure for blindness, not love is blindness!!” She looked over her ingredients, scanning the list for the love spell to ...
I sat on my chair at my desk, with a glass jar in my lap. The jar was clear with the company label imprinted on it. It had dirt inside. I was waiting for something to grow.
I stared at it, waiting for something, anything to grow. Nothing did.
I closed my eyes and concentrated harder than I ever did before. I visualized plants growing out of the jar. Vines, flowers, and leaves all sprouting out ...
“You’re sure this is gonna work?”
“My dearest Grand-daughter, would I lie to you?”
Griselda held up the crystal glass toward the girl. “Drink this and he’ll be yours!”
Angie took the glass. It looked like purplish Kool-Aid with swirls of glitter. She held it toward her lips. She was scared but her love for Billy was the stronger for it.
“Remember,” the witch warned. “It must be the first you...
“Promise you will not laugh,” Juniper said.
“Open this door. I’m freezing my tutti frutti out here,” Rowena answered.
“Promise not to laugh first.”
“Girl I ain’t playing. It’s cold and my feet are pinching in these new curled toed boots. I don’t know what I was thinking. They cute though.” Rowena did a little tap dance and joy sprinkled into budding crocuses in the frost tipped ground in front o...
After a really quite spectacular symphony of cracks, bangs - and what sounded like tiny screams, - the lilac smoke had cleared. Wafting the magical vapour away from her face, Lilith began to scan the room. Nothing. Everything looked the exact same. The weathered wooden boards that made up the walls, the rusted cauldron bubbling with the revolting elixir she had just mixed. Even all the cro...
Staring up at her husband’s face, Millie couldn’t help but grin back. His eyes bright, full of love and admiration, showed back at her. It was just a Tuesday morning, but every morning, he was delighted to see her. He’d greet her in the kitchen with a French-pressed brewed cup of coffee with half and half, just as she’d always liked it, kiss her lightly on the lips, and proceed to eat his breakfas...
Haze Moor stared at the empty potion bottle in her hand, her heart pounding with fear and regret. She had been so sure that the World Realm Creation Spell would work, that it would give her the power to bend others to her will and finally get what she wanted. But now, as she looked around at the strange and surreal world that had emerged from the ashes of her failed spell, she realized that she ha...
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