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The first batch was prepped and sat waiting on the tray. The magic would be unleashed only after the potion within had been ingested. It was a simple spell, really, but one that was needed more and more in those trying times. Every cookie was infused with a bit of happiness for those who dared to eat them.

The baker hoped to spread that joy around the world. Who could resist? Who would want to?

boil, boil, boom

“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.

“Whatever.”

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.

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Word Count: 333

This tale of magic, potions, and studies, brought to you by this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge:

It was interesting to look at all the new words that officially came into existence during the last year. Unfortunately, they are so new they haven’t had chance to get a third definition yet. But after delving into a list of new words and meanings which have come into English over the last fifty years, you can see many old words have changed their meaning. There are some crackers. And one of them is your Trifecta 109 prompt.

Enjoy!

WHATEVER
1.  (pronoun) a: anything or everything that
b: no matter what : regardless of what
Used in questions that express surprise or confusion
2.  (adjective) a: all the
b: any ; any … that
Used to refer to something that is not known
3.   (adverb) Used to show that something is not important

Remember:
• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.

busy day

Antelin stirred the bubbling concoction in his giant cast iron pot.  The smells drifting away from the contents carried the magician to another time and place, to when he had first learned how to make the stamina potion.  From there, his mind wandered to the tasks of the day.  It was going to be truly busy.

After finishing the potion and drinking it down while still piping hot, for potency, he had to study the spells he would need to accomplish the rest of the day’s tasks.  Then he would venture out in search of the men who had insulted him the previous night.  His lip twisted into a vicious sneer as he remembered how they had ruined his peaceful evening, sipping wine in his favorite chair next to a roaring fire.

Since the owner of the establishment was one of Antelin’s closest friends he had decided not to exact his revenge then and there, though the desire to do so had been great.  His fingers had crackled with lightning, ready to throw death at the foolish drunkards before he had been able to calm down, set his wine aside and leave.  Rowen, the owner, had come by his home later that night to apologize for the patrons’ rude behavior and to thank Antelin for keeping his cool.

Even then the magician had been gathering the needed ingredients for the stamina potion.  Planning out the firestorm spell, the tornado spell, and the myriad of death spells he would use on those patrons.  He was saving one special one, a painful joint splitting spell for the man who had dared to reach out and knock his hat.

Antelin smiled and continued to stir the potion in large circles with a along wooden spoon.  “Yes, it is going to be a long day, a busy day, but it will certainly fly as all such days do.  Then I’ll treat myself to more of Rowen’s fine wine tonight… to celebrate.”  He liked to keep himself busy.

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Word Count: 333

Written in response to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge:

FLY (intransitive verb)
1a : to move in or pass through the air with wings
b : to move through the air or before the wind or through outer space
c : to float, wave, or soar in the air <flags flying at half-mast>
2a : to take flight : flee
b : to fade and disappear : vanish
3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly <rumors were flying>  

Please note that the above examples of the third definition use various tenses of the verb.  For Trifecta, remember, you must not change the tense.  We need fly, not flying or flew.
Remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.

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designated driver

I was given an elixir this morning… This magic potion promised to heighten, sharpen, perfect whatever sense I was concentrating on the most when I drank.  Sounds great, right?  Unfortunately, the warning label in super fine print on the back said that all the other senses would be dulled as a result.

My immediate instinct was to drink it down anyway.  I’ve been struggling with poor eye sight since I was in elementary school.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to see without the aid of glasses or contacts, without the star bursts at night, without numbers and letters swirling in front of me due to my astigmatism?  Wouldn’t it be wonderful to finally be able to see what everyone else is always pointing at and talking about?

I brought the bottle to my lips to knock it back, but as I started to tilt it I caught a whiff of a rather unpleasant odor coming from it, and that made me wonder what it would taste like, and what it would feel like as it ran passed my tongue and poured down my throat.  I shivered at the thought and gulped audibly, the sound reverberating in my head.  I pulled the potion away from my mouth.

I like being able to hear.  It let’s me know what all is going on around me that I can’t see.  I like being able to smell.  The good smells are tied to memories (the oceans, the mountain trees) and the bad smells let me know when something isn’t right.  I like being able to taste.  There is nothing like having a buttery filet melt in my mouth, and if something doesn’t taste right I can spit it out before I do myself harm.  And if I dulled my sense of touch, then would I be able to lift the little prince and hoist him over my head?  Would I be able to feel him tugging at my shirt when he wants to be held tighter?

I couldn’t risk dulling any of my other senses just to see again.  I set the potion aside.  It wasn’t for me.

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I kept it just in case I found out later it would give me a super power like x-ray vision, or laser sight, or something else awesome.  Then it would definitely be worth drinking…