In my quest to just keep writing, I do my best to write at least one flash fiction a week. Even when I find too lost to submit an entry for Microcosms, I write for Cracked Flash Fiction. Not all my flash fictions make me feel good about being a writer but I think it’s good enough for now to be out there and to write. Practice makes perfect. Perfect for me or at least almost perfect.

This was my entry on the 10th of June 2017. It wasn’t a winner or an honorable mention or a runner up but I’m still happy. It’s better to be on the field playing than spectating from the sidelines, right?

Here’s what the judge said:

“We had six stories, including one late entry which couldn’t be considered for the contest. Still, I had a great time reading them all. Stephen King would be impressed I’m sure. :)”

 

THE SPELL
(294 words)

When it happened, it happened so fast that there was no way to make sense of the scene before me. They showed up, all of them, almost simultaneously. I didn’t get the chance to see from which directions they came and how they arrived. It was surreal. I didn’t know why my spell brought me there. I was in for a big surprise.

I found myself at the center of the clearing. I hadn’t been to this forest. I didn’t know where I was. I shook off my daze and tried to remember my spell, what I asked for. It must have been higher power.

There were witches, wizards, a couple of sorcerers and the most beautiful sorceress I had ever seen. I wondered if I intruded a meeting of the powerful ones and if I should get out. They spoke a little to each other and looked at me. They were not intimidating so I relaxed a little.

“Young one, why have you come here?” The sorceress addressed me.

I wanted to say I didn’t know because I didn’t deliberately go there but that would be a smart-ass response and I did understand what answer they were looking for. “I really am not sure how I came to be here but I did cast a spell.”

“Tell us about the spell. After all, it seems, you summoned us here.”

“Me? Summoned the most powerful ones?” I was astonished. I was also sorry. “I didn’t mean to. Forgive me. I only asked for higher power.” Hastily, I added, “To use for good, of course.”

“What are you willing to give?”

“Anything. Everything. Whatever it takes.” If I was unsure before then, I was crystal clear on what I wanted. I knew I was ready.

© Anna Jailene Aguilar

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