Writing Prompt

Hey I’m Clarence! And I just want to tell you guys a story about how I ended up as cow chief of wizardry at wiz corp. it’s because im a wiz duh.

Well not literally. You see I’m from a small town of wizards. Actual wizards. No like seriously, in order to live on this town you have to be a wizard. And I understand, Create that safe space for wizards to be able to live and express them selves and fo...

“Ya know, it’s always cargo pants with you everyday rain or shine.” Stu says his eyes squinting at me.

I flop down on the threadbare lawn chair next to him and toss him back a middle finger. Since Stu turned away, the baseball that he was. keeping in air flung back down to a kid desperately waving for him to give it back.

“Hey don’t be a jerk he’s just a kid.” Yasmine says from h...

*Sorry, using prompt as excuse to talk about one of my favourite insects…!*

As old as time, Odonata.

Not magical,

just a born survivor.

Aerial expert,

I’m a helicopter.

Weaving and diving.

Surviving, dare I say thriving?

Incomplete metamorphosis

eating power,

like a hippopotamus

A conjurer of tall order.

Molting, changing,

Physical recorder.

Nymph-like, a damsel

In distress.

Water,

...

I live in a small town, far away from the rest of the world. It’s a seemingly ordinary town, with church on Sunday, a close knit community, and a suburban look. But one thing I know is that this town is the furthest thing from ordinary. Everybody in this town as old as time has ability’s. Almost like magic. Most people have the basic ability’s and some have even more. Most meaning I don’t. And tha...

“Good morning, Mx. Heart!”

Mx. Heart smiled warmly. Lukas was hovering in midair a few inches above the ground, waving.

“Ah, Lukas,” Mx. Heart said, tossing back their long dark hair. “Always greeting your elders! What a kind young man you are.”

“I do my best,” Lukas said, shrugging.

“Hah! You should see him when I have to wake him every dawn,” his twin brother, Sakul, said. Small fires f...

It was midnight, again. One more hour, and I’ll go to bed. I dimmed my laptop screen a bit more. Maybe I should get some sleep, actually. Fine... half an hour then I’m off.

“Nathan, wake up! I’m going to make breakfast.” My mum yelled. Wait, what? Already? Did I really stay up all night again?

“Coming,” I shouted back, trying to sound like I’d just woken up.

I still had my clothes on from yeste...

“What am I thinking then?” Khloe asked, obviously trying to suppress her smirk; the girl had been trying to catch me out for years.

“I’ve told you umpteen times,” I say with a put-upon sign for emphasis, “that’s not how my ability works.” I glare at her, and her cronies who are gathered at her back watching our exchange with rapt attention, over the top of my book.

She gestures minutely and her ...

My town is called Magician. As you can guess everyone does things the easy way. I am an outsider here because I have no powers. My parents have powers but it never passed down to me. I did weird things like actually using my hands to pick up things. I even changed clothes in rather strange way. While everyone else was zapping away; I was the strange one. Can you imagine being the odd one out ...

Clicks of fingers, winks of eyes, waving of arms that’s all you saw as you walked down the wooded walk in the center of town. Even above the baby carriages you could see baubles and rings floating unattached to strings. At school every child was required to wear the unmagic woven mittens and the reflective unspectacular spectacles so that they could not play pranks during their educational hours...

“Anyone going to use their magic to help me out?” A grumpy trader called out exasperated. “Mine isn’t suited to this... task.”

The back wheel was hanging off the edge of the particularly narrow path. The rest of the cart was safely positioned on the path, the trader safe but angry. A small crowd was forming around the trader and her cart.

Zayn nudged me and I stumbled forward.

“Go on Mikey, m...