Tag Archives: Magic

Magic Boots

Norton’s clothes were dusty and worn out. He was tired. He took his boots off and dipped his feet in the creek to cool off. Old Sheriff Tillerson didn’t abide no hobos. “Those boots look wore out,” he said. “Yeah, … Continue reading

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Unsightly Hair Growth

Mireya the young witch desired the Woodsmith’s son, Bryce. One day she learned that he admired long lustrous hair. So during the full moon she planted a magical seed. The flower grew and bloomed, but in the morning the petals … Continue reading

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Quick! Run Away!

Massimo met Lilliana by accident at a cafe. They chatted happily over mochas. Lilliana’s eyes were like the sky in spring, her laughter like the song of birds. Massimo fell madly in love with her. Soon she had to leave. … Continue reading

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Impractical Magic

Chief Inspector Dawkins pointed to the decrepit building. “There’s a sorcerer in there. Mayor Cranston wants us to arrest him.” “What did he do?” said Inspector Poole. “It took some investigating to get the truth.” “So…?” “Turns out, Cranston’s mistress … Continue reading

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The Exchange

Darius Green sighed as walked through the Science Museum. Another dinosaur hunting season passed without a significant fossil find. All he discovered was an unusually polished blue rock. Idly, he imagined it was magical, but that was silly. Walking beside … Continue reading

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Magic Sunglasses

The sunglasses has done their work. Eva had met Brad several months earlier and he, not unexpectedly, fell in love with her. That was all well and good, but would he love her without the magic glasses? In the weeks … Continue reading

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Modern Fable

Monique visited the Indian cultural festival alone. Phil wouldn’t go to it, or any festival. Inside the auditorium, she met Anup, who was selling flowers. “These aren’t just any flowers,” explained Anup. “They’re magical!” “How so?” smirked Monique. Magic? Right! … Continue reading

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