Unleash Your Magic

Before it turns on you

Goliath whispers to Davey, “I need to go outside.’

Davey, engrossed with the potions for his spell, replies, “Later, dog.”

“Always treating me like a dog,” Goliath snarls.

Davey snarls back, “You are a dog. Let me finish, and then we’ll go.”

Goliath sulks away.

Davey shouldn't talk to me that way. I’m the magician. He wouldn’t know a grimoire from a Harry Potter book if I didn’t teach him.

Davey — finishing the potions — begins incanting. A shimmering portal to Hell begins to open. Goliath turns around, kicks Davey into the portal, and pees on the pentagram.

That’ll teach him.

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Paul Mansfield is a writer, a photographer, a guitar player, a philosopher — some he does well, some not so well, but he still tries them all.

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