Amiable Sorceress

“Innocence” by Amiable Sorceress

Submitted to Contest #43

Dear me when I'm older,  2/13/2001Do I have a big house when I'm big and old? Am I tall? Do I still hate math? I guess I'll be smarter when I'm older and super wise. Maybe I'll have glasses. My favorite sport is cheerleading, but I'm very bad at it. (Don't tell anyone, but I only play because my friends do.) Today I also broke a lamp while trying to get better at cheer. My father was super mad at me, and my 3 sisters laughed. I'll be so ruined if anyone finds this, especially my sisters. One last question, when I get older, will I ...

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“Fish in a Tree” by Amiable Sorceress

Submitted to Contest #41

 Meg curiously looked down at the fish, struggling to hold a straight face. This was the animal who had been perfect. She laughed at the thought. The young fish pleaded with Meg. "All I want is the prophecy, before I get a hold of my fate." Meg glanced around her shack, no better than the standard witches' nook, or perhaps, an evil sorceress. A small cauldron, books of magic, and the ball of prophecies. Every other animal wasn't good enough, except for the fish. This fish, she thought to herself, was just right. Swimming in his tiny bow...

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“Together We Go Far” by Amiable Sorceress

Submitted to Contest #40

What is the meaning of the word friend? For years, I had wondered. For years, I will wonder. 4th grade me thought of it like a partnership for life or some person you found at school you deemed to be a "bestie" or "BFF". We would wear heart-shaped necklaces, and when you held them together, it would form a whole. Friendship, or at least I thought it was, was a thing that could also be non-existent. I called my books friends, computers, my favorite video game. But family couldn't be friends, I told mom one rainy afternoon. She responded with,...

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“Listen” by Amiable Sorceress

Submitted to Contest #39

"Help me!" "Help!" My cries were inaudible as I felt myself tossing this way and that. Nobody else seemed to notice me, and passed right through me like I didn't exist! Hoping for some sort of rescue from this terrible fate, I managed to steady myself enough to grab the controls. Someone yanked me from the back and pulled me into the capsule, but I was too overcome in shock to realize who it was.      "None of us will survive if you don't listen to me. Right here, right now." The mysterious stranger shoved me in...

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“Once Upon a Viola” by Amiable Sorceress

Submitted to Contest #38

I played the violin since I was 5 and coloring all over the walls. It was always there in my life, but I hardly noticed. As I grew older, there was a book club, swimming practice, and dance. My parents often reminded me to practice, and my teacher pushed me to memorize songs, rhythms, and practice bow holds, with me often getting bored out of my mind. All these years after (7 years), I wondered why I didn't quit a long time ago. Mostly, as I was looking back, I figured it was the feeling of dread in my stomach building up that quitting violi...

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“Him” by Amiable Sorceress

Submitted to Contest #37

I know him, but I don’t. I see his shadows everywhere in my life, but it is where to place him that I am having all the trouble. When I look in the mirror, they’re there to haunt me. All of those strangers, all of the ghosts that crowd around, and in the center, it's him. “Anjali!!” I was trying to hear their voices when I heard my parents calling me. Did they know I wasn’t normal? As I walked downstairs, my memory had fogged up. What did I do and what have I yet to do? My answer; everything. I have yet to see myself properly, yet to fu...

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“Magical Hair” by Amiable Sorceress

Submitted to Contest #33

It was too late to run away. My mother scooped me up in her arms, though I kicked, flailed, yelled for her to let me go. It was too late to wish for something I could remember, but never could have again.Riding in a car made me feel sick. My parents always gave me the stomach medicine that churned and twisted inside of me, every time the car doors opened. It was about time that I got rid of the booster seat that I was strapped to, to keep me safe if there was an accident. All this time, in the car today, I wondered if, when an accident did c...

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“Simplicity” by Amiable Sorceress

It was a cool, wintry day and the cook quickly hurried home with his long spoon, an item he always carried around no matter what the occasion. I peeked from behind the alleyway to get a better look, wondering if he had anything good hidden in the pockets of his long white coat. He lived on the Upper West side of town, where there was a meager, but still a good amount of food to eat. Nobody dared to ask him if there was enough to spare, just watched from their crumbling rooftops and peered out of windows by the alley. I watched the cook pull ...

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