Magic
Fifty-word story [30]
They told us we couldn’t go. The man was dangerous — he knew magic.
We left town at midnight. Our hearts fluttered as we crept past the broken bridge — an ogre’s home.
When we reached the outcast’s book-strewn hut, he invited us in.
That night, we learned the power of words.
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Great story. It reminds me of all the things my parents forbade is kids from doing that we did anyway and that turned out to be delightful.