Raptor

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 Photo Copyright: Douglas M. Macllory

Mike scratched his head. “Is that a metal raptor? Since when, are you into modern art?”

“Would you believe it’s my security guard,” said Connor.

“How does a sculpture guard anything?” said Mike

Connor snapped his fingers. “Raptor, security test.”

In a blink of an eye, legs emerged from the statue complete with sharp claws. Skin covered with green scales replaced the metal. One yellow eye stared at Mike. As the raptor moved closer on its hind legs, Mike lost his bladder.

“Raptor, end test.” He glanced at Mike. “Do you believe, I’m a wizard now?” said Connor.

Mike remained silent.

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Water

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 Photo Copyright: Santoshwrite

Sabo said, “Today, I would like four volunteers to perform a difficult spell.”

No one dared to accept.

“If you succeed, you’ll receive a passing grade for my class. If you fail, well, try not to fail.”

Everyone stared at their desks in silence.

With a snap of his fingers, Sabo and four boys disappeared.

A moment later, the woods surrounded them.

One of the boys asked, “What are we doing here?”

“Today you will turn into a drop of water and land on this leaf,” said Sabo.

Unable to reform, the boys remained water throughout the weekend as punishment.

Flash Fiction – Who am I?

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Who am I?

I could be your neighbour, your friend, a member of your family.

I walk amongst you. I dress like you, I talk like you, unidentifiable, nondescript.

We may eat at the same restaurants, go to the same theatres, watch the same films.

We could have lots in common.

But, did I mention I’m a master of revenge, adept at betrayal and if it’s torture, well, the bloodthirstier the better.

Murder? Why of course, come closer, I have a tale or two to tell.

I am a teacher of history, and oh, how I love it.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entires here.

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