theauntsavant
Educated in journalism, am a lover of words, Eng. lit, urban fiction and mythology, currently embarking on creative non-fiction.
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Mind Power
"I am not certain, sorcerer. Are thee quite sure my mind is as a wand?"
"Yes. What is thy favorite spell?"
Enchanted, the idea of such magic unlocked sinful greed. The poor maiden nodded and a toad materialized right where he'd sat.
The sorcerer's transformation meant his powers were lost. She controlled him now through her mind.
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #15 in partnership with The Micropoetry Society. Use the following word to create a piece of micropoetry: “DISTORT.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100, the runner-up will receive $25. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #poetheme and #micropoetry.
Summer Past
Wet grass, country dew; chicken coop poop; bovine manure; squealing swine behind a barbed wire fence; hooved feet trolloping on an unpaved dirt path, assailed my senses.
The sounds and smells of my aunt's old farm combined at once. Flooding back were memories of that summer the citified girl came south.