Excerpt: The Tenth Magick

I didn’t know what to write. I didn’t know how to start, all I did know was that the story inside of me had to come out. I was always told, begin at the beginning, flow towards the peak, hit the middle with some rising action, peak three-fourths of the way with a satisfying rendition of a duel, the duel of all duels to resolve whatever had been the problem, only to have a steep fall to the end where any mistakes would be unnoticed. Suffice to say, that plot diagram sucks monkey balls. Not to mention, life isn’t like that. Even a section of my life isn’t like that. So here I am with all this paper, and nothing but time and I’m supposed to write... Something, anything. I don’t know! It happens so quickly, ya know? One minute I was sitting at home, trying to read a headache inducing book, the next people were running by my window. That’s when it started I guess, I did a foolish thing. I opened the door.

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Raidel ran down the street, fleeing the mess back at the plaza, as he slipped and slid around corners, the water and other refuse on the streets had slimed his boot soles and made it harder to escape, Finally, he took one turn too many too fast and his body when one way while his feet went another. His knee however went perpendicular to both. Groaning, he pulled himself to his feet. The knee throbbed with pain… wrenched, it probably was. Staggering, he realized, he couldn’t walk far on it. He could in fact feel the heat from the abused joint. A line of sparkling light crossed his path. Looking up, he realized the door… the red door was open. IT was red! A red DOOR!