by Aniket Thakkar
“You’re soul be cursed, shall you touch it.”
The evil sorceress stared with intent to intimidate me. And succeeded.
She often bluffed about these curses. But it seemed serious this time. One can never be sure with her, for she is the mistress of deception. She looks frail, but can summon super-human strength. She also has a minion to her aid. He is quite nice to me when she isn’t around. I suspect she can also do the mind-control thing.
I eyed the golden fluid of ecstasy, she warned me off, of. Off-of. Off. Of.
May be I could just have some and she wont notice. No risk, no game, eh? I stepped on the first boulder to climb my way to the second. It stumbled a bit, but I was determined.
I finally climbed my way to the top, with the prize just at an arms length. Um, I have short arms, so make that two arms length or a legs length if you must.
I reached out to get my hands on pure magic. Inches away now. Nothing could stop me. Damn. Why did I say those jinxed words? I looked around. I saw no one. Maybe I was lucky!
“Nick! What the hell are you doing up there?”
She continued, “Mom specifically told you to stay away from Peanut Butter, didn’t she? Just you wait till I tell her!”
Darn it. Did I tell you about my evil sister? Right-hand girl to the evil sorceress…