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6 of 10 Summer You Graduated High School

It was another hot night, the graduation ceremonies were going to be inside the gym of the old high school, and it didn’t have air conditioning. I was so nervous to have to go in front of everyone, I thought I was going to be sick.

My family sat near the front. My back ached from standing so long. Soon it was time to start. I heard my name called and began the few steps across the stage.

“That’s my mommy! We’re having a baby.”

I smiled at my three-year-old son as I graduated from high school three years late.


(100 words)
 
7/10 Summer after Graduation

I was 17. My friends stayed home for the summer to work. I left with a quiet goodbye. Goodbye posters covering holes in the wall. Goodbye broken locks. Goodbye shitty oil-town.

I started work the next day, running a tent at an arts event in the heart of downtown. That month, a seven-year-old stole and broke a statue. I called security. A woman shot-up heroin in a chair next to me. I called the police. A hail storm hit downtown. I went to my new home. It was flooded by sewage.

It was still better than living with my parents.
 
Anyone else? Two more and it'll change. This could be your last chance...
 
8 of 10, summer of graduation

So I didn't graduate. I got expelled in my Junior year, for getting drunk and angry. So sue me. I dropped out, got a GED, and thus had my diploma before anyone in my class did. I spent the summer like any other kid out of high school. Beer pong, promiscuous encounters, kicking my post-expulsion drug habit, you know, the usual.(62) But something else happened, despite my indiscretions, i did get into college. a month in i got my first college brawl. I stomped him but good. Thus solidfying my college rep, as that crazy motherfucking Irish boy.

(100)
 
Very good. Post another one and you get to pick the next topic. Please, no multiples, though. They were too hard to write.
 
The Summer I Graduated from High School
10 out of 10

The summer I graduated from high school, I got married. Yeah, it was stupid and I never would have done it had I known how my life was going to turn out, but I was 18 and in love. Or, at least I thought it was love, but I’m pretty sure love is supposed to last longer than the run of a mediocre prime-time sit-com. By the time the leaves began to change that fall, we both knew we’d made a horrible mistake. It was really too bad that it took us ten years to admit it to each other.

(100words)

New topic: Magic
 
1 of 10 Magic

"Magic? There is no such thing as magic, all can be explained through science." said Ronaldus, Master of the Korin Academy said to Sumner, Archmage of Stormgarde. "Your 'magic' is naught but parlor tricks, at a loss against the power of technology." Sumner merely smiled, and produced a dancing flame over the palm of his hand. "Your science is but magic with another name. What is magic but the forcing of your will against the stuff of the universe? A bending and harnessing of natural phenomenon?" Sumner said. "You harness flame in your engines, I harness flame with my mind."

(100)
 
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Yikes! :eek: That was nine, not ten. I think I miscounted once before. Sorry, everyone.
 
The Summer You Graduated From High School

9/10 ;)

My summer was uneventful. I did nothing special. I was a stupid youth and wasted those last days of freedom, the time between the lost wonder years and the unending and yet terribly short years of adulthood.

Looking back now with all the regrets on my shoulders, I will take one thing from my summer of graduation: to never be the boy that I was and use all the time I have to recreate those wonder years. I will prove them all wrong. I will show them that all the many years to come were the best days of my life*****.

(100 words)

Since I've been absent for so long, I felt it appropriate to make my return by saving the day. :D
 
Oh, thank you, Lee. A :kiss: from the ever-mathematically-challenged good little witch.
 
2/10 Magic

She felt as if she’d always known him. His words, his smile, their laughter, all seemed as familiar to her as her own face in the mirror. He surrounded her with love and tucked her into the safety of his arms, taking ownership of her heart and soul with the ease of the enchanted.

He felt the jolt of innate memory the first time he saw her. She’d always been there, somewhere in his mind, unrecognized until that moment. He knew her touch, her kiss, and the feel of her body before he possessed them. She was already as essential to his being as air.
 
tickledkitty said:
She felt as if she’d always known him. His words, his smile, their laughter, all seemed as familiar to her as her own face in the mirror. He surrounded her with love and tucked her into the safety of his arms, taking ownership of her heart and soul with the ease of the enchanted.

He felt the jolt of innate memory the first time he saw her. She’d always been there, somewhere in his mind, unrecognized until that moment. He knew her touch, her kiss, and the feel of her body before he possessed them. She was already as essential to his being as air.

Wow! Very well written. Very touching.
 
Magic
3 out of 10

He thought she had magic within her and told her quite often. A certain sparkle, he told her, a way of looking at life that was truly wonderful. She thought she was just an ordinary girl, no different than any other, until he found her and brought out the magic in her. He, she murmured, was the one with all the magic. The one whose words ensorcelled her, made her believe she was magical, that she had an inner beauty that he saw shining from within her.

The real magic was held within their hearts and shared with each other.

(100 words exactly)
 
Magic
4 of 10

Freddie lay in bed, his legs and buttocks aching from the beating his foster parents had given him. Why were they always hurting him? He was a good boy. "Somebody help me, please," he sobbed, clutching his favorite teddy bear. The bear stirred, glass eyes alight, warm in his hands.

"They won't hurt you again," said a growly voice. "Not ever." It jumped from his arms and was gone.

Freddie heard crashing and agonized shrieks. Then it was quiet. The bear reappeared on the bed with a bloody muzzle and paws. Freddie cuddled him and fell into a contented sleep.

(100 even)

[ A warm welcome to renegadeirishman ]
 
TE999 said:
Magic
4 of 10

Freddie lay in bed, his legs and buttocks aching from the beating his foster parents had given him. Why were they always hurting him? He was a good boy. "Somebody help me, please," he sobbed, clutching his favorite teddy bear. The bear stirred, glass eyes alight, warm in his hands.

"They won't hurt you again," said a growly voice. "Not ever." It jumped from his arms and was gone.

Freddie heard crashing and agonized shrieks. Then it was quiet. The bear reappeared on the bed with a bloody muzzle and paws. Freddie cuddled him and fell into a contented sleep.

(100 even)

[ A warm welcome to renegadeirishman ]

That's pretty twisted, but I like it. :D
 
Mmmmagic, 5 of 10

C’mon, show me,” he whispered. “Show me real magic.”

“Tricks, foolery,” Van scoffed, “Legerdemain.” De Seult shook his head, ran a thumb down Van’s flank.

“No, that’s not so, I know.”

“Damn. All right.” Van spread his hands. De Seult's body lifted with Van’s lifting palms. He groaned, twisting in midair, turned his head to see the distance below him, flashed a thrilled look Van’s way. The tense muscles of his stomach, the lush arse-- painted with sensation, Van knew, succubi hands on him, in him. Pleading, releasing; panting. Van let him down.

“Tricks, foolery, legerdemain.”

“I knew. Real magic.”
 
Stella_Omega said:
Mmmmagic, 5 of 10

C’mon, show me,” he whispered. “Show me real magic.”

“Tricks, foolery,” Van scoffed, “Legerdemain.” De Seult shook his head, ran a thumb down Van’s flank.

“No, that’s not so, I know.”

“Damn. All right.” Van spread his hands. De Seult's body lifted with Van’s lifting palms. He groaned, twisting in midair, turned his head to see the distance below him, flashed a thrilled look Van’s way. The tense muscles of his stomach, the lush arse-- painted with sensation, Van knew, succubi hands on him, in him. Pleading, releasing; panting. Van let him down.

“Tricks, foolery, legerdemain.”

“I knew. Real magic.”

Nice one, Stella!

Now that's what I call magic time. ;)
 
Magic
6 out of 10

Marvel the Magnificent had a problem. Oh, not with the magic tricks. He mastered the ropes, the Chinese ring trick and was adept at pulling bouquets of crepe paper flowers from the sleeve of his uncle’s outgrown tuxedo. He could lay out piles of cards and pick the ace of spades out every time. Marvel even had a pretty young assistant, Becky, his girlfriend, wearing her spangled majorette costume, smiled and waved her arms.

No, Marvel the Magnificent was ready to perform in the shadows of Houdini and Blackstone and Copperfield except for one thing. Marvel was allergic to rabbits.

(100 words exactly)
 
glynndah said:
Magic
6 out of 10

Marvel the Magnificent had a problem. Oh, not with the magic tricks. He mastered the ropes, the Chinese ring trick and was adept at pulling bouquets of crepe paper flowers from the sleeve of his uncle’s outgrown tuxedo. He could lay out piles of cards and pick the ace of spades out every time. Marvel even had a pretty young assistant, Becky, his girlfriend, wearing her spangled majorette costume, smiled and waved her arms.

No, Marvel the Magnificent was ready to perform in the shadows of Houdini and Blackstone and Copperfield except for one thing. Marvel was allergic to rabbits.

(100 words exactly)

*guffaw*

Very imaginative, pretty witch. :rose:

[Yet another cleverly disguised bump]
 
Magic
7 out of 10

The wagon rumbled into town one summer evening. Faded paint, chipped and peeling, on the sides of the wagon spelled out MAGIC in faint, barely legible script. The horse, a pale grey color, looked equally faded. The driver, in stark contrast wore a black suit, so dark that all the colors from the wagon and the horse might have been sucked into it. His hair was dark and his eyes, shielded by smoked spectacles, were unseen.

The townspeople gathered around, wondering and whispering, speculating about the magic he’d perform. The man waited until all was quiet and still and dark.

(100 words)
 
Magic
8 of 10

Samuel opened the cracked leather book he'd found hauling trash, 'Ye Booke of Grimore @ Spells'. He chuckled as he read the sprawling script and the titles; 'Love Philteres', 'Hexing Animals', 'Creating Misfortunes', 'Beckoning Satan'.

The last one intrigued him. "Your Acolyte beseeches you to appear O' Dark One..."

Before he finished, the room shimmered and Satan appeared; crimson skin, horns, spiked tail and glittering black eyes. "Hail, Follower," he intoned. Samuel read the last line of the spell; 'To dwell with Him forever'.

There was no time to scream.

When Samuel's wife walked in, the house reeked of sulphur.

(100 even)
 
9/10 Magic

“Well, what does the Tooth Fairy do with all the teeth?”

I thought about this for a moment. What did the Tooth Fairy do with all the teeth? My daughter waited with an expectant look on her face, as she poked the tip of her tongue through the gap made by her missing tooth.

“I’m sorry, honey. I just don’t know. Nobody does. It’s a secret,” I said.

She looked thoughtful for a moment and then asked, “How does she know the tooth is here, under my pillow?”

I laughed and hugged her hard.

“Magic. Now, go to sleep.”
 
Magic 10/10

"Help me." She cried. "I can't control it."

Her hands were on fire. Her flesh did not burn but the flames danced across her palms and between her fingertips and she could not make them stop. There were burn marks on the ground where she had touched the grass.

"Give me your hands."

Therese lifted her hands and Rangarus took them both and brought them together. His flesh did not burn either and when her palms touched the flames were snuffed out. She looked down at her hands, then up at him with grateful tears.

"The first lesson of magic is control. Let's begin."

(100 words)

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