A Day in the Life of a Magician
Brandon hated his job. Six years of school and now he stands beside a conveyor belt and casts simple creation spells from nine to five every day. Sure, him and…
This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, but I waited for one of my challenges to end before starting it. Write an urban fantasy story, something along the lines of trolls in London (but don't use that example). The grittier, the better. On your marks....get set...GO!
Brandon hated his job. Six years of school and now he stands beside a conveyor belt and casts simple creation spells from nine to five every day. Sure, him and…
Nobody sees this side of the city but us: The donut-shop owners starting their machines. The street walkers who didn’t catch the right eye. The lonely taxi…
I stand in front of the portal, my eyes narrowed. “Well, it doesn’t look like anything came thr-” I gasp as a hoof slams into my ribs. Centaur. Should’ve…
As I plodded along upstream (up was out, right?) with a slosh-squish of wet sneakers in slime and sewage I noticed the current flow had changed. As I crept…