Posts Tagged ‘Magical Girl’

Winning Week

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Feb 03 2019

I had the good fortune of winning both Cara Michaels#MenageMonday as judged by Ruth Long this week AND Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads as judged by Cara Michaels! Winning either of those is a pretty great accomplishment–though for any writers seeing this, I recommend giving them a shot anyway just for the excellent practice and to see all the great stories. Winning both of them, I just don’t have the words.

So instead, I’m letting you guys have both stories! The first is from my Fantasy Fighter universe which you can learn more about on this site, and the second from a Magical Girl Alternate Universe of my Four Elven Sisters story which you can learn more about on my Twitter account.

“Hazuki, your grandmother fell…”

Hazuki Akiyama rushed past her mother to her grandmother’s bedside. The room was warm, but the tiny teenager had no coat to add to those by the door. She had stayed in America an extra week, but hadn’t expected to come home to this. Her grandmother was even smaller than Hazuki, and appeared to be sleeping. Hazuki took the old woman’s hand.

“Gran-gran…” Hazuki’s voice caught in her throat. “You said there was a new demon in town. Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“A demon?!” Mrs. Hamada, their neighbor, gasped from the other side of the bed.

Suddenly aware of the other person in the room, Hazuki clammed up. Hazuki’s mother cleared her throat and placed a hand on Mrs. Hamada’s shoulder.

“Whether they are dealing with fact or fiction, Hazuki and her grandmother are very close. Why don’t you and I have some tea?”

Hazuki’s mother winked at her daughter as she escorted Mrs. Hamada out of the room. Once Hazuki was alone with her grandmother she took a breath and returned her focus to her mentor.

“I’m the hero now, Gran-gran. But I’m not ready to do this without you. Please, come back to me.”

The old woman sat up with a hacking cough, then blinked until her eyes refocused.

“I can’t be gotten rid of that easily, Hazu-chan. I was just astral projecting to make sure the demon didn’t try to slip away while I waited for you. Let’s get the bastard.”

The dopey dog that hung out on the corner was no longer what anyone would call little. An infusion of dark energy blew his bug eyes up like balloons, lifting his head to his new height of eight feet. Burn patterns leading up the street suggested his salivary problem had become more aggressively acidic too.

Esmeralda clenched the Crystal Arrowhead in her fist and took a deep breath. The darkness had never attached itself to an animal before. How was she going to calm his spirit to seal the breach? Before she could transform into the magical archer, Vedania, she felt a tug on her sleeve.

“Can I help you catch him?”

It was the sophomore, Coco, clutching the Crown of Heaven with hope shining in her eyes. Esmeralda gave Coco the Crown last week to save both of their lives. Still, it bothered the senior how much the younger girl enjoyed turning into an elf and saving the day. This wasn’t a game.

“Any idea how we do that?” Esmeralda dodged the question.

“Yes!” Coco slammed the crown on her head.

In an instant the underclassman’s stupid pigtails fell off, her ears became pointed, and the Crown transformed into a halo. Now the magical saint, Oaklie, was dressed in a floofy gold party dress instead of Coco’s school clothes. She even loved their sickeningly girly costumes. This wasn’t dress up, either.

“Douglas loves scritches behind his right ear!” Oaklie pointed ahead as wings of light sprouted from her back.