“What are you doing?”
Aldyn rolled his eyes behind the tome he was studying and decided not to answer, it was perfectly obvious that he was reviewing for tomorrow’s test.
A hint of fear crept into Hult’s voice when he addressed his roommate again, “Seriously, Aldyn, what are you brewing over here?”
Aldyn peaked over the top of his book and took in the hearth, the large fire burning there, the cauldron suspended over the flames with a steady stream of thick smoke pouring up the chimney, and Hult nervously standing nearby. Everything, other than his busybody, cowardly, roommate looked as it should, so Aldyn scoffed, “That’s the potion for tomorrow’s final. It looks fine to me.”
“Mine didn’t look like this when I brewed it two days ago,” Hult looked between the cauldron and his roommate, but Aldyn had already shifted his eyes down into his studies and missed the real fear bubbling behind Hult’s eyes.
Hult backed away from the fire. He wanted to be as far from it as possible, but he didn’t want to leave Aldyn with the combustible creation either. He had too strong of a moral compass to leave his peer to suffer the consequences of his nonchalance and arrogance. His eyes quickly searched the room for something he could use to either remedy the impending disaster or extinguish the flames before the reaction proceeded further. But, there was nothing that could help, and his steps carried him all the way to the door.
“I think you should probably dowse those flames and start over, or come with me,” Hult pleaded as he opened the door. “I promise I’m not pranking you.”
Aldyn didn’t look up and waved his roommate away with an exasperated flick of his right hand.
Hult closed the door behind him as he entered the hallway and then sprinted in search of a professor.
The concussive explosion reverberated around him and tossed him forward before he’d reached the first flight of stairs.
Word Count: 333
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46 thoughts on “boil, boil, boom”
Sometimes things go boom. That’s just the way it is.
Wow. Who knew studying could be so deadly? This is great!
As they say, in the halls of great magic, sometimes you have to spill a few potions to make a good wizard… or something like that. 😉
It’s kinda like the time I mixed Chlorox and ammonia!
Yep, pretty close. Though, I think in this case Aldyn used too much eye of newt.
Oh my! Talk about having it blow up in his face. Yeah, that was bad. I feel kind of sorry for the guy, even though he was kind of a jerk to his roommate.
Hult went above and beyond as far as I’m concerned. I guess, though, when you live with someone you do kind of feel responsible for them even if they aren’t the nicest… or the smartest.
You live long enough, you experience things similar to this.
The explosion? The unconcerned roommate?
I’m thinking back through my college memories and can’t remember a single instance when my roommate tried to blow me up. Though, I might have to tried blow him up a couple times…
Now I’m singing “Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom” by John Lee Hooker.
I’d also like to recommend, “Tick Tick Boom” by The Hives. 😀
Yes, that works too!
“Time Bomb” by Rancid
<—making a playlist
Venga Boys, “Boom, boom, boom, boom.”
Oh, good one!
Wait… you know Venga Boys?
Most people look at me funny when I mention them.
No, I looked them up and will be downloading later 🙂
Hahaha, okay. Well, don’t spend too much money on them. It’s poppy electronica. Silly little tunes, a driving beat, and not much else.
Spend money on downloads? Um, OK. I will “save up”. Ahem.
(I need treadmill music)
I don’t know, it’s been so long since I’ve gotten new music that wasn’t from iTunes. I know there are ways, I just don’t know any of them.
Boom, boom, boom – let me hear you say Wayo (Wayoooo). I know Venga Boys (although I’m pretty sure wayo is spelled wrong :D). I love the story. It’s hard to feel bad for the arrogant little berk. I totally pictured Hult doing one of those Hollywood slo-mo leaps through the air as a fireball expanded in the background 🙂
I’m glad you saw the slo-mo leap, I wasn’t sure I had written that in correctly. 😉
And you know Venga Boys!? That just made my day.
He must have forgotten the wool of bat.
Probably. I know I’m always forgetting that one too.
The moral of the story is: while things going boom is cool, pay attention to the color and look of the potion.
Also, apparently Matticus likes fire.
I think the word ‘apparently’ is misused here.
Maybe we’ll never know.
Wow..I actually know of the Venga Boys song…how awesome is that! hehe
Loved the story!!
What?! Another person who knows about Venga Boys? What’s this world coming to?!
I’m glad you liked the story. 😀
THAT was quite an impressive piece !! I loved how you have used this new word in your story. And I knew that from the start, studying IS deadly…It can kill 😛 Amazing story !
Glad you liked it! Thanks for the comment.
Potions finals 🙂 love it! poor moral compass guy – you try to do a nice thing for someone, and they just brush you off.
That’s just the way of the world. The good guys always get brushed off at first. But, people tend to listen to them eventually.
Most excellent tale – sometimes folk just won’t listen…
😀 It’s true. Folks and listening don’t always go together.
Kitchen rules apply to magic potions, too…….never leave a boiling pot unattended! Ignorance of the rules is no excuse for being blown up, I’d say. Tough lessons learned while studying. Good story. Btw, the Venga Boys had a minor hit in Canada a year or so ago and were routinely mocked for it but, at least, I can join the ranks of those who have heard of them, at least. Take care. 🙂
I’m not sure being part of the ranks there is something you want to readily admit. 😉
Glad you liked my story.
I thought the kitchen rule was “a watched pot never boils?” I always walk away that helps speed things along, right?
The concussive explosion reverberated…what a powerful phrase! Great story!
I liked the story but more than that I just wanted to say how I enjoy your writing style. Historical or present day, there is a richness to your story-telling. Well done :))
Thank you for the praise! 😀
…and now we know the deadly effects of pride in motion. i enjoyed your story immensely. 😛
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Did he pass the test, I wonder? Some nice touches and details in this and I love the setting and dynamic between these too. Thanks for linking up!
I don’t think he passed the test, no. I’m not sure he made it to class the next day… he was probably in the hospital ward at the school, recovering.