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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Relationships
- Published: 06/11/2020
A Little Spark
Chloe Merrywick didn’t know she was the daughter of a witch and a warlock until she hit puberty. That’s when her powers began to manifest themselves.
The first was the ability to move objects with her mind, or just by pointing at them. The second was the ability to instantly teleport herself to anywhere she could see, or was familiar with. (Sure saved a lot on mileage!) But the third and most dangerous was the ability to set things on fire with her thoughts.
Most of the time, Chloe was able to control her abilities, but occasionally, they did get a little out of hand, like when she was having sex. Things around her would sometimes get extra warm, with some even melting.
Chloe would pass these experiences off by joking about them, but not everyone believed her, especially her best friend, Karen. Eventually, Chloe confessed to Karen what she was.
“You’re a witch!” exclaimed Karen, her pale eyes practically popping out of her head. Chloe nodded. “What kind of stuff can you do?” Hesitating at first, Chloe finally decided to show her.
The first thing she demonstrated was moving a candle across the top of her bureau. “Oh my God!” exclaimed Karen. “That was so neat! Do it again!” Chloe pointed, and the candle returned to where it had been. Excited, Karen asked, “What else can you do?”
Going over to the candle, Chloe squeezed the wick between her thumb and forefinger. A tiny spark ignited the wick. “You can start fires?” Karen asked, amazed.
“Not really,” Chloe lied. “I can only make small static sparks.” She didn’t want to reveal the full extent of her fire abilities.
“Does your parents know what you are and what you can do?”
Chloe nodded. “They’ve known since I got my first visit from my friend.”
Karen looked confused. “What visit was that?”
Chloe chuckled. “Not you—my monthly friend.”
“Oh,” replied Karen, understanding.
Chloe and Karen remained good friends all through high school, but in college, they began to slowly drift apart, mostly because Karen had gotten herself a boyfriend right away, while Chloe decided to focus more on her studies instead of socializing. This was how she discovered her English lit professor was a warlock.
“I’ve known what you were,” he told her, “from the moment you walked into my class.”
“How could you tell?” she asked, as twinges of fear weaved their way throughout her body.
“A lot of warlocks can sense when a witch is around.” Chloe looked at him curiously. She wondered if that was how her parents had found each other?
“So what kinds of things can you do?” she asked him.
“I know potions and spells, but I don’t have the kind of magic you possess. Yours is a unique gift.”
“Which of my abilities are you talking about?”
“Specifically, your ability to control fire.”
“I’m not sure I can always control it, but how do you know about that?”
“Its aura shimmers off you like a heat wave in summer.” Chloe wasn’t sure that was a good thing. While she was contemplating what he had said, she noticed he seemed to be looking at her almost like someone studying an expensive painting. “Tell me something,” he said, “you haven’t done anything really bad with it, have you?”
“What do you mean by really bad?”
“Like burn down a building . . . or a person?”
The thought sent a chill through Chloe. “Not yet,” she replied.
“Good,” he said with a smile. Chloe thought it wasn’t exactly the most friendliest of smiles, which left her a little wary.
Chloe continued to be slightly wary of her professor, but tried to put her negative thoughts about him out of her mind by focusing on her studies . . . until the day she ran into Karen outside the student union.
“What’s the matter?” Chloe asked, sitting on the cement step next to her friend. It was obvious that Karen had been crying.
After sniffing and wiping a tear from her cheek, Karen replied, “I just found out Jason is seeing someone else besides me.” Jason was her boyfriend.
Draping an arm around her friend’s shoulders, Chloe asked, “Do you know who it is?”
Sniffing, Karen nodded. “Professor Lockhart.”
“You mean my English lit professor!” Karen nodded. Wow, Chloe thought! Was that bizarre or what?
Continuing to comfort her friend, Chloe finally asked, “So what about Jason? Do you still want him to be your boyfriend?” At first, Karen didn’t say anything. Then she silently nodded. “Okay,” said Chloe, standing up. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Karen looked up at her friend. “You really think you can help?”
Chloe shrugged. “You never know. I’m a witch, aren’t I?”
Wiping some of the moisture off her cheek, Karen smiled.
Chloe wasn’t sure, at first, what to do. But after thinking about it a while, she decided to start with Lockhart. After she explained the situation to him, he said, “Why didn’t your friend come to me directly?”
“Because she’s not as persuasive as I am.”
“What do you mean persuasive?”
Holding up her right hand, Chloe displayed a small candle-like flame between her thumb and her forefinger. “This is just a little spark. I can make quite a large flame, if I want to.”
“Are you threatening me?” Although he didn’t sound afraid, Chloe suspected he was just trying to appear brave.
“Not threatening, but reminding you of what you once asked me.”
“What was that?”
“You asked if I ever set a building or a person on fire?”
Lockhart stared at her expressionless. “So what are you suggesting I do?”
Extinguishing the flame between her fingers, Chloe lowered her hand. “Break it off with my friend’s boyfriend. Let their relationship continue as is. If they split up; they split up, then it’s no one’s fault.”
Lockhart took a moment, but finally he nodded. “Okay, I agree.”
Karen continued to be happy for the next couple of months until Chloe once again ran into her outside the student union and realized that she had been crying. “You and Jason broke up, didn’t you?” she asked, but suspected even before she spoke. Karen nodded silently. “I won’t ask what happened, but I have a sneaky suspicion I know.” She figured he probably hooked up with another male partner.
“Men are such bastards!” growled Karen, keeping her eyes focused on the cement step under her feet.
“Well, I think I might have a way to make you feel a little better.”
Karen looked up at her friend and sniffed. “What’s that?”
“You’ll see,” replied Chloe. “But before I show you, make sure you put on a bathing suite, and grab some suntan lotion, as well as a blanket.”
“We’re going to a beach?” Chloe nodded. “Which one?”
“You’ll see. In the mean time, be ready to go in fifteen minutes. I’ll meet you in your dorm room.”
When Chloe arrived, she was wearing a shift over her own bikini, and was carrying a beach blanket, a tube of suntan lotion, as well as a large purse. “Now grab my hand,” she ordered. Karen had allowed Chloe to teleport her before, so she knew what to expect.
In an instant, they were gone, only to reappear on a sun-drenched stretch of beach. “Where are we?” asked Karen, looking around.
“We’re on an inlet just outside of downtown Miami. Down that way,” said Chloe, pointing, “is an outdoor restaurant with a bar. I say we share a pitcher before we hit the waves.”
Beaming, Karen replied, “Works for me; lead the way!”
A Little Spark(Tom Di Roma)
A Little Spark
Chloe Merrywick didn’t know she was the daughter of a witch and a warlock until she hit puberty. That’s when her powers began to manifest themselves.
The first was the ability to move objects with her mind, or just by pointing at them. The second was the ability to instantly teleport herself to anywhere she could see, or was familiar with. (Sure saved a lot on mileage!) But the third and most dangerous was the ability to set things on fire with her thoughts.
Most of the time, Chloe was able to control her abilities, but occasionally, they did get a little out of hand, like when she was having sex. Things around her would sometimes get extra warm, with some even melting.
Chloe would pass these experiences off by joking about them, but not everyone believed her, especially her best friend, Karen. Eventually, Chloe confessed to Karen what she was.
“You’re a witch!” exclaimed Karen, her pale eyes practically popping out of her head. Chloe nodded. “What kind of stuff can you do?” Hesitating at first, Chloe finally decided to show her.
The first thing she demonstrated was moving a candle across the top of her bureau. “Oh my God!” exclaimed Karen. “That was so neat! Do it again!” Chloe pointed, and the candle returned to where it had been. Excited, Karen asked, “What else can you do?”
Going over to the candle, Chloe squeezed the wick between her thumb and forefinger. A tiny spark ignited the wick. “You can start fires?” Karen asked, amazed.
“Not really,” Chloe lied. “I can only make small static sparks.” She didn’t want to reveal the full extent of her fire abilities.
“Does your parents know what you are and what you can do?”
Chloe nodded. “They’ve known since I got my first visit from my friend.”
Karen looked confused. “What visit was that?”
Chloe chuckled. “Not you—my monthly friend.”
“Oh,” replied Karen, understanding.
Chloe and Karen remained good friends all through high school, but in college, they began to slowly drift apart, mostly because Karen had gotten herself a boyfriend right away, while Chloe decided to focus more on her studies instead of socializing. This was how she discovered her English lit professor was a warlock.
“I’ve known what you were,” he told her, “from the moment you walked into my class.”
“How could you tell?” she asked, as twinges of fear weaved their way throughout her body.
“A lot of warlocks can sense when a witch is around.” Chloe looked at him curiously. She wondered if that was how her parents had found each other?
“So what kinds of things can you do?” she asked him.
“I know potions and spells, but I don’t have the kind of magic you possess. Yours is a unique gift.”
“Which of my abilities are you talking about?”
“Specifically, your ability to control fire.”
“I’m not sure I can always control it, but how do you know about that?”
“Its aura shimmers off you like a heat wave in summer.” Chloe wasn’t sure that was a good thing. While she was contemplating what he had said, she noticed he seemed to be looking at her almost like someone studying an expensive painting. “Tell me something,” he said, “you haven’t done anything really bad with it, have you?”
“What do you mean by really bad?”
“Like burn down a building . . . or a person?”
The thought sent a chill through Chloe. “Not yet,” she replied.
“Good,” he said with a smile. Chloe thought it wasn’t exactly the most friendliest of smiles, which left her a little wary.
Chloe continued to be slightly wary of her professor, but tried to put her negative thoughts about him out of her mind by focusing on her studies . . . until the day she ran into Karen outside the student union.
“What’s the matter?” Chloe asked, sitting on the cement step next to her friend. It was obvious that Karen had been crying.
After sniffing and wiping a tear from her cheek, Karen replied, “I just found out Jason is seeing someone else besides me.” Jason was her boyfriend.
Draping an arm around her friend’s shoulders, Chloe asked, “Do you know who it is?”
Sniffing, Karen nodded. “Professor Lockhart.”
“You mean my English lit professor!” Karen nodded. Wow, Chloe thought! Was that bizarre or what?
Continuing to comfort her friend, Chloe finally asked, “So what about Jason? Do you still want him to be your boyfriend?” At first, Karen didn’t say anything. Then she silently nodded. “Okay,” said Chloe, standing up. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Karen looked up at her friend. “You really think you can help?”
Chloe shrugged. “You never know. I’m a witch, aren’t I?”
Wiping some of the moisture off her cheek, Karen smiled.
Chloe wasn’t sure, at first, what to do. But after thinking about it a while, she decided to start with Lockhart. After she explained the situation to him, he said, “Why didn’t your friend come to me directly?”
“Because she’s not as persuasive as I am.”
“What do you mean persuasive?”
Holding up her right hand, Chloe displayed a small candle-like flame between her thumb and her forefinger. “This is just a little spark. I can make quite a large flame, if I want to.”
“Are you threatening me?” Although he didn’t sound afraid, Chloe suspected he was just trying to appear brave.
“Not threatening, but reminding you of what you once asked me.”
“What was that?”
“You asked if I ever set a building or a person on fire?”
Lockhart stared at her expressionless. “So what are you suggesting I do?”
Extinguishing the flame between her fingers, Chloe lowered her hand. “Break it off with my friend’s boyfriend. Let their relationship continue as is. If they split up; they split up, then it’s no one’s fault.”
Lockhart took a moment, but finally he nodded. “Okay, I agree.”
Karen continued to be happy for the next couple of months until Chloe once again ran into her outside the student union and realized that she had been crying. “You and Jason broke up, didn’t you?” she asked, but suspected even before she spoke. Karen nodded silently. “I won’t ask what happened, but I have a sneaky suspicion I know.” She figured he probably hooked up with another male partner.
“Men are such bastards!” growled Karen, keeping her eyes focused on the cement step under her feet.
“Well, I think I might have a way to make you feel a little better.”
Karen looked up at her friend and sniffed. “What’s that?”
“You’ll see,” replied Chloe. “But before I show you, make sure you put on a bathing suite, and grab some suntan lotion, as well as a blanket.”
“We’re going to a beach?” Chloe nodded. “Which one?”
“You’ll see. In the mean time, be ready to go in fifteen minutes. I’ll meet you in your dorm room.”
When Chloe arrived, she was wearing a shift over her own bikini, and was carrying a beach blanket, a tube of suntan lotion, as well as a large purse. “Now grab my hand,” she ordered. Karen had allowed Chloe to teleport her before, so she knew what to expect.
In an instant, they were gone, only to reappear on a sun-drenched stretch of beach. “Where are we?” asked Karen, looking around.
“We’re on an inlet just outside of downtown Miami. Down that way,” said Chloe, pointing, “is an outdoor restaurant with a bar. I say we share a pitcher before we hit the waves.”
Beaming, Karen replied, “Works for me; lead the way!”
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