The Sorcerer’s House

Posted: October 30, 2018 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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He made his house from old stones. One came from an arena, stained with the blood of a thousand fighters, echoing still with the laughter of the crowd. Another was from a pyramid, worn by wind and sand and silence. A third was part of a tower, drinking tears and hearing laments.

They were stones full of memory, stones full of power. He made his walls of them, a fortress to keep out his foes. Spells dashed themselves against the rock and he was safe from their touch.

But when night fell and he lay in his bed, surrounded by old books, he heard the stones whispering and groaning and shifting. He tossed and turned but they would not be silent. Incantation after incantation he tried, but still the stones would not be tamed, would not be broken.

He had made his fortress, but it was a prison too.


Word Count: 149

This is for FFfAW. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Jade M. Wong for providing the prompt photo!

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Comments
  1. Iain Kelly says:

    I like the stones with their haunting stories to tell.

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  2. Joe Owens says:

    Oh my, a prison within the fortress to keep him in torment.

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  3. Jade M. Wong says:

    Oooh I loved your take on the photo! Loved that you weaved a sense of magic and mystery into the rocks, and I especially like your last line about how his fortress was also a prison.

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  4. Great lesson here. Some things are best left in situ and we pay the price for disturbing them.

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  5. JS Brand says:

    I enjoyed the poetic tone of this story. Lovely writing.

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  6. He built himself a prison to live in without realising he was surrounding himself with ghosts, poor guy.

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  7. Nicely done! Not only swords can have double edges …

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  8. Abhijit Ray says:

    He is in the prison of his memories. Things may be out of sight, not necessarily out of mind.

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  9. Oooh, that’s what happens when you think magic is the solution to everything.

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  10. Thankfully the bricks that surround me have no tales to tell! A great little tale.

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  11. Tannille says:

    I can imagine this story being larger. Want more :).

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