Writing Prompt

**_I didn’t see Lavender _**again**_ _**for a long time after…whatever had happened.

I found myself thinking of him for the next month or two. I didn’t know why. We’d only met once (?), and that time was less than satisfactory. I would tell myself to forget about him, to try and be as I always was once more—it must have been fate that he’d left.

Miss Smith said nothing about the woods. My friend...

Everyone had been terribly worried. A witch was supposed to have developed her powers by 11 and I was 13. At first my mother said that we all develop our talents at different times, at twelve she began to get worried I’d already missed the deadline for Hubble-Broom (school for witches) and was currently attending Hubble-high (school for non-magical folk) mother had even began teaching me some of h...

I remember it all too well. The power. The fear. The overwhelming energy flowing through me. The urge to stop. But I couldn’t. It was too much. It felt as though my heart would come up my throat at any given moment. Everything was a blur. Moving in an increasingly fast pace. It felt as though the magic was tearing through my vines, fighting through a forest of blood, desperate to escape, to find a...

The master handed the heavy sword to me. The steel blade was fine. The master watched expectantly. I placed my left palm. Remembering the words, I recited them. The master smiled and nodded approvingly.

There’s a tickling sensation in my fingers and I feel exhilaration as the blade became warm to hot. Visibly the sword turned red and once I finished the words. I lifted the flaming sword with gle...

5,000 people died last Thursday...and only one deserved it.

I’m a witch, and not the green and warty kind. Believe me, I didn’t believe it either. I laughed at Harry Potter, but I do wonder if JK Rowling was a witch because she got some things spot on. Anyway back to my whole dying thing.

Dean Rebes was a student of mine and he was a good one, mind you. I could tell since first grade that he wa...

I was very young when I first discovered that I had psychic powers.

That fateful day, my creator came in to me, with tears in their eyes. Most children my age wouldn’t have a notion of what was wrong... But I knew exactly what my creator was going to say.

I knew that they were going to tell me that their adoptive father had committed suicide. I didn’t want to say it out loud, but my creator coul...

I still remember how it happened. Another day of mother giving me shots to improve my thinking skills. I was becoming less and less sure that was the reason I was getting them though. After the shots, she put a brain activity reader on my head and asked me to concentrate on different objects. Sometimes a pencil, sometimes a golf club. Every time she got mad at me and locked me away, even though I ...

No one will believe me. Well I bet that’s what every budding superhero thinks at first. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about that right now.

Anyway it started when I was walking home late after my after school job sorting Merchandise at the local “junk in my pocket” store. I was just strolling down the empty alley a couple blocks from my Aunt Emma’s brownstone when I heard a crackling. It sounded kinda ...

The first time you could do magic was incredible...it wrapped around your shoulders and enveloped your head like warm water in a bath. It dulled every emotion, thought, and feeling, blurred away all but the rush of power coming from the tips of your fingers, up your arms and into your mind. With nothing but the flick of your eyes houses shattered into a rain of clutter, trees burst into bill...

DEFENDANT SPEAKS. “It was four in the morning. It broke me, thinking. About it. What I did. Please. I was scared and alone. It happened at sundown.. I’m only a teenager, okay, I was just messing around! I found the old thing when I was cleaning out my mother’s office. It’s been three years— my dad assured me it was time. I started with the biggest box and continued working as the day went on. I wa...