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Trade or Dare

Randy, 24, lives with his parents. He has a good job and a car but he can’t afford to stay by himself. He was a good kid in school. Nothing exciting has ever happened to him. Except for today. Today is a special day. Today is a Friday. Randy has lived this Friday 473 times. Does he know about it? Not a clue. Do I know about it? Of course I do. I’m The Narrator. I know everything. He has lived this same Friday 473 times. How do I know this? I put him there. Why? Not sure anymore. But he just lives the same day, over and over again. Nothing changes. Except one thing: him. Events play out the same everyday, but his choices affect how the day unfolds. Little Lacey fell down on Day 178. He helped her clean off and got her back to playing. Day 291 he just kept walking. Will he learn anything from it while I keep toying with this day? Perhaps. We’ll see.

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Try Jazz Hands

Under us. Something entirely strange yet wonderful exists under our feet. Normal people don’t know about it. If they knew about it, it would shatter their perception on the world they know. Underneath of us, lies a world of wonder. It bleeds into the very existence of our world. It, for what we know, is our world. They are one and the same. A world of strangeness, beauty,  a twisted form of our reality. 

Within our world lies magic. Not magic that you would think of. Magic that must be tapped into, harnessed from within. Everyone is born with magic. But only those who know it is there know how to call upon it. Sometimes, people call upon it in the moment, whether in fear or pleasure. When this happens, we are called in to collect them, take them to their new home, train them.

 In our world, regular people see us, every day, in plain sight. They know not who we are or what we can do. We use magic for every day chores, work, everything. Magic is our very being. From simple spells to levitate an object, to learning and uncovering forgotten relics from a time passed. We are Magicians. We exist all over the world. New York, Dubai, Hong Kong. We don’t seek to harm anyone. That is not what we are about.

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Micro Manifesto

Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of blogs, mostly development blogs for small indie game projects. I, myself, have a game development blog. It hasn’t been updated in a while but I do have one. Blogs are nice little tidbits of information that don’t need to be long to get the point across. Having blogs like these make them easier to read, navigate and gets more important info across without needing to scan tons of pages or navigate halfway down the page for one little line. As I read more and more game dev blogs, I find myself using them more and more, as a medium to get various parts of info out, or just throw some kind of “HEY I’M STILL ALIVE” post out there. Blogging has been a big part of my project so far, and I don’t see an end in sight.

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Flash Fiction

Amaranthion. Home to many races: Humans, Elves, Dwarves. They all want to live in peace and harmony. But the Gods have other plans. The Gods are split into two groups: those who want to protect the races, and those who don’t. Leading these two groups are the Twin Gods: Fanor and Ranor. Ranor wants to keep the power of the Gods from the humans, to rule over them, with fear and power. Fanor wants to give the mortal races this power so they can develop and grow.

Ranor started the first God War in the near beginnings of the First Age. Because of this desperate time, the races came together to forge a powerful god killing weapon. But, there were traitors amongst them. The god killing weapon fell into the hands of Ranor, who used it against his brother. Nearly killed, Fanor fled to the Underworld of Amaranthion where he would stay, regaining his power, in an attempt to defeat his brother once and for all.

The races of Amaranthion believe Fanor to be dead, killed by his brother and started hunting down information on the whereabouts of the plans to create a new god killing weapon, named Aetherious, named after the Aetherium metal it was forged from. Aetherium metal holds magical properties but is exceedingly difficult to make. It exists in both time and space, making it extremely hard to work with and exists in the physical realm at the same time. This makes Aetherium created weapons able to strike at a God.

Many brave adventurers have sought to recreate Aetherious but so far, none have prevailed. Little do the denizens of Amaranthion know, Fanor is alive. Extremely weakened from his battle with Ranor, but he is alive. He resides in a place no mortal would dare venture, regaining his strength slowly. He holds the secrets of Aetherious and how to reconstruct it for the coming battle with Ranor.

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Try This 9.8

She stood with her black face some six inches from the moist window-pane and wondered when on earth it would ever stop raining. Of course, the rain was good for her plants. She was an Herbalist, growing herbs around her home for adventurers and townsfolk to use. But with so much rain over the last few days, she needed to go harvest some of the more common herbs before they drowned (they weren’t very hardy and died if anything is off by even a little).

Her supply of Salve Herb, Snake Foil and Queenspice was starting to run out. Maybe someone would come by and pick them for her. Or better yet, someone would buy some Herbalism supplies from her. She had all manner of vials, potions, secondary ingredients. But lately, no one has visited her. She had plenty to do inside, with some of the more rarer herbs keeping her busy. But she still felt alone, unwanted. Maybe she would venture out to grab that extremely rare herb from the mountains after the rain. Maybe.

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Three Stories About Hair

For as long as I can remember, my hair has always been long. Long hair as ran in my family, on both my mother’s side and my father’s side for many generations. My dad recently started losing his hair. Knowing one day, that I could be next, I have decided to take extra steps to hopefully slow down the passage of time and to keep the mane that is my long hair. My dad always teases me about it now, which I have worked so hard and dealt with the consequences of long hair.

My son, Raymond, has this uncanny ability that whatever he does, someone’s hair is involved, mainly mine. Playing on the floor, my hair always ends up underneath him. Many times I have ripped out numerous strands of hair from my head with destructive results. One of the consequences with long hair and a child that spends most of his time rolling around on the floor.

Raymond didn’t get the long hair, he got the curly hair that my side is known for. My mother’s side was long, curly hair. I also got the long, curly hair. His hair has been cut so it grows in correctly but I am assuming it will still be the Shirley Temple curls that I once had. We will see as time goes on.

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Try This 6.2

“I need your half of the key,” said Fanor.

“Why would I give it to you? You want to use it to help the humans with the power of gods. They shouldn’t have it,” Ranor said sharply, “they don’t deserve it.”

Fanor, drawing his blade, starting approaching his brother.

“You will give it to me, or I’ll cut you down where you stand. We have to help them, nurture them, and protect them. They are a young race. They deserve that from us.”

“No! I will NOT bow down to humans! We are gods! We must be feared, worshiped, revered. Not come to their every call! I will put you down then destroy the humans!” bellowed Ranor. 

This confrontation was expected. Fanor and Ranor haven’t seen eye-to-eye in nearly 2 millennia. After their youngest brother sided with Fanor, Ranor has been on a warpath to prevent humans from expanding and growing. Ranor will do anything to undermine his brother.

“Then it must be done. I will do what I must to protect them,” Fanor sighed. Fanor was faster, but Ranor was stronger. Ranor dodged the blade of Fanor and counterattacked with a solid hit to Fanor’s jaw.

“Stay out of my way, or you’ll get much worse,” Ranor stated, “this will not end well for you. I will send you to the Amaranthion Underworld where you can reflect on all of your poor choices.”

Fanor knew he couldn’t win on speed alone. He let his brother go, along with the other half of the key. There will be another opportunity. The fate of humans, elves, dwarves and even the gods, requires the key.

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The woods were a place I frequently visited in my younger days on my grandma’s property while she was still alive. After all these years, the beauty of nature still fascinates me but I’m needed elsewhere. Enter my son and my dog. My son, Raymond, is demands most of my attention. My dog, Apollo, demands the other parts of it. Apollo is a special needs dog, needing medication for his doggy epilepsy, which he is on for the rest of his life. Home is always where these two are, but I venture back to the old days in the woods from my youth.

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Try This 4.7

Chaos. Destruction. Ruin. He was known to be of the Azraen race, an immortal, divine race. How long as he been one? Too long to say. They are the opposite of the Valkyr, a noble race. A caring race. No one is born to be Azraen or Valkyr. But when he died, there was a struggle for his soul. The Azraen were victorious. He remembers his final days on the battlefield, taking his last breath and waking up immortal. Having the sudden urge to destroy things. So once a year, for the last 500 years, he has destroyed a village, or a fishing hamlet, or an entire city. Why? That was his nature. The nature of all Azraen. Chaos. Destruction. Ruin. Until the end of time.

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What is that?

What is this? Everything seems so large to me. Even that..thing over there is larger than me. Will it eat me? Will it lure me away? I know I can fly so I can get away. But that’s all I do. I fly. I fly. I fly. 

What is that? Will it eat me too? Looks about my size but many more legs. And fangs. Oh no! It will eat me!

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Cliched Metaphors

Worked to the bone

Cold as ice

Dead as a doornail

Dumb as a box of rocks

Switched: Dumb to the bone

Dead as ice

Worked as a doornail

Cold as a box of rocks

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Things I have lost

*My patience: This one is self explanatory!

*My mind: Didn’t have much to lose though, so that’s a plus!

*My temper: Many times

*My phone: Oh boy do I lose my phone. Daily. Numerous times daily.

*My sanity: It comes and goes when it wants, almost as if my sanity has a will of its own!

*Motivation: I lose motivation to things constantly. Almost as if I procrastinate on purpose.

*Family/Friends: Such is the nature of the beast. It will always happen.

A single word from my list that stands out to me (even though I would like to pick more): temper

I have lost my temper many times. One of the times I remember vividly was I got a phone call from  a friend of mine, saying they left the state without a goodbye. I ended up getting so mad, I punched the dashboard of my grandma’s car (I wasn’t able to drive at this time) and dent the interior of the dashboard. OOPS!