harry potter

October Flash Fiction Day 6 – Day 12

Continuing my October daily flash fiction, the prompts can be found here.

Please note that these are posted daily on my Tumblr, if you’d like to catch up with them there. Let me know what you think or if you are also following the prompts!

Day 6: Ashes

Her hands were gray and black from the ashes. Spots of red here and there indicated that her palms had grown callous enough to blister and bleed, but she didn’t recall when. Her focus had been solely on digging through the volcanic ash, heedless of the smoke still lingering in the air. She had to find it. It was buried somewhere among the ashes, a solitary sapphire gemstone. She didn’t understand the significance of the stone, but her employer did. Giving up was not an option. She would either die trying to find it… Or die for not having it.

Day 7: Lightning

Lightning danced in her eyes, the hazel color flecked with spots of gold. It was difficult to keep up with her, always had been. Ideas sparked in her head and she ran with each one, and it was all he could do not to stumble after her from one adventure to the next. Ideas that were good, ideas that were bad… It mattered not. He would follow, seeking that electrical charge that coursed through her naturally, if only so he could touch a spark and maybe have some of the same magic — the same brilliant power — enter him as well.

Day 8: Seek

“What is it that you seek?” the sphinx asked, its eyes gazing at nothing. He stared at the creature blankly, not prepared for the question at all. He was prepared for riddles. He had studied countless books, both modern and history, of riddles that taught him how to think critically for when he inevitably faced the sphinx. To be given an existential question instead was causing his mind to scramble. And yet, seeking the sphinx for power and guidance was why he had gone on this journey in the first place. Perhaps the sphinx’s question was a riddle after all…

Day 9: Owl

He wished for his own wings. After exploring a world full of people born with fantastic wings — modeled after birds like eagles and insects like butterflies and mythical creatures like dragons — he wanted to fly. He decided he would like owl wings. Thick feathers with a decent wingspan so he could glide through the sky would be ideal. A snowy white owl would look handsome with his frame, or the tawny brown wings of a barn owl would be fun. As a symbol of wisdom, he figured an owl would be appropriate, despite the teasing he got from his friends.

Day 10: Pumpkin

The pumpkin had been hollowed out and given the traditional face of most jack o’lanturns, something that she had been doing since she was a young girl. With the top cut as a cover, she placed a small tealight candle inside, ready to help light up her front steps at night. Unfortunately, the squirrels had other plans. She knew they’d nibble on the pumpkin until she got rid of it, but she hadn’t expected to come home one night to see the cover tossed to the side and a squirrel curiously holding the candle in the middle of her yard…

Day 11: Professor

The new professor was the same age as him. He hadn’t believed she was the professor he was supposed to be aiding. He thought she was a student trying to pull an ill-guided prank. When he didn’t believe her at first (and for the second and third time they spoke), her cheeks turned crimson. He almost lost his job before it started. Despite the rough start, the week leading up to the start of the semester gave the pair time to clear the air. She was brilliant, and he vowed to be one of her best allies for the year.

Day 12: School

It was the most absurd school she had ever seen. When she saw the advertisement for an art teacher for the private school online, she figured she had nothing to lose by applying. Yet, the school was full of students roaming about instead of in classrooms, with teachers here and there providing quips of wisdom in the hallways as opposed to keeping order. She could even swore she saw one student holding fire in his hands, but dismissed it as a trick of the light. He must have had a match, or something that was surely against the school’s policies…

Sept/Oct Flash Fiction Day 29 – Day 5

Today marks the last of my September Flash Fiction and the beginning of my October ones. The prompts for September can be found here, while the October prompts can be found here.

Please note that these are posted daily on my Tumblr, if you’d like to catch up with them there. Let me know what you think or if you are also following the prompts!

Day 29: Fog

She disappeared whenever it was convenient for her. At first, he had been trying to catch up with her because the two were paired up for a science project. He’d be damned if he ended up doing the work himself. Yet, she was always gone, no matter how closely behind he had been, whenever she left school. It wasn’t until he saw her at the park one evening at dusk. He called her name, determined to talk about their project, but she merely glanced at him. Before he got too close, she vanished like a ghost into the fog.

Day 30: Bright

Her hands grew bright as she threw a force field up between them and the hot rocks and lava the volcano spewed. He noticed the sweat rolling down her forehead and cheeks. She did her best not to waver against nature trying to beat down her force field. He commanded the villagers’ attention, getting them to move farther back from the volcano now destroying their homes. Someone asked why she didn’t just force field the entire village. He didn’t regret clocking the guy for having the gall to ask her to spend even more energy for their ungrateful asses.

Oct. Day 1: Mischief

It was a right of passage to get into mischief as a teenager. Harmless pranks — TP-ing the neighbor’s house, smashing eggs on someone’s doorstep, ringing the bell and hiding — should be expected by the adults of the world. Let the teens have a little bit of fun before they need to worry about things like taxes, he said as he started to clean up the silly string that decorated his bushes. They were all young only once, if they were lucky. He was one who grew up too quickly and he’d be damned if he ruined that for someone else.

Day 2: Broomstick

The broomstick was dancing. She stared, dumbfounded, as the broomstick wiggled its way around the living room. Low jazz came from the old boombox sitting in the cabinet. When she enchanted the broomstick, it must have somehow gained both her love of music and her lack of rhythm. Yet, dancing was not what she enchanted the broom for, despite how much guilt she felt when she turned off the boombox. The broomstick’s bristles drooped as it returned to sweeping the kitchen. She stared at the boombox before bringing it to the kitchen so the broomstick could listen while it worked.

Day 3: Cat

It was the cat’s fault. It yowled like something was wrong and, thanks to Finn’s bleeding heart, Finn followed it into the woods. There was enough daylight streaming through the treetops so Finn wasn’t worried about getting lost. He was too surprised at seeing the quaint cottage to feel anything but. The cat wandered inside, its yowls met by someone asking, “What did you bring today?” A young man, his hair sticking to his forehead from beneath a pointed hat, popped his head out of the cottage. His green eyes stared at Finn, the surprise mutual. Damn Finn’s bleeding heart.

Day 4: Potion

She stared at the bubbling liquid in the vial, hoping that she wouldn’t taste it if she downed it like a shot. Glancing at the old woman who had given it to her, she asked, “You’re sure this works?” She got a slow nod in return, even as the woman’s gnarled hand snatched the money. She awkwardly thanked her before making her way to the end of the beach. Sitting at the edge of water, she drank the potion. With gasps and writhes, her legs stitched together, her feet flattening into fins until she could swim away from the land.

Day 5: Transform

The legends regarding werewolves were all similar. By the light of the full moon, a man would transform into a beast, a monstrous canine slave only to its desires and hunger. The afflicted man would remember nothing of his time as a wolf, save for torn clothing and perhaps the taste of a recent kill in his mouth. No legend ever mentioned about the reverse happening. What did one do with a werewolf pup that transformed into a human toddler? One entertained him, of course, until the full moon disappeared until the next month. Toilet training was a chore, though.

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