You know the legend of King Arthur, right?
In T.H. White’s “Once and Future King,” Arthur – or Wart – accompanied Sir Kay, his foster-brother, to a jousting tournament.
Wart was serving as a lowly squire to his brother when Kay sends him to find his forgotten sword. What Wart found instead was the magical, mythical “Sword in the Stone.”
After proving he was the one, and no one else, who could pull the sword from the stone, Wart nee Arthur, became rightful King of England.
There sure are days when I feel like Wart, that someone messed up and put me in charge, when clearly I am not the person “they” think I am.
I’m not saying I’m some kind of magical, mythical creature, because most times I feel – no, I know – that I am in way over my head. I’m trying to work my way into the role of Queen of Everything – or at least in my little kingdom – but it’s not going so great.
I think I’m going to need a wizard….
“The world is its own magic.” ~ Shunryu Suzuki
This week’s word is:
Magic
What to do:
Using “magic” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.
Thin spiral notebook 
Hello – I used to participate in Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Words, and got away from it several years back. Returning now after many years of missing my writing activities, I am so glad to see 100 Words is still going strong in a new home. This challenge was always one of the most fruitful for me creatively speaking – I hope you don’t mind me inviting myself back in. (no new posts on my blog for several years, but I am planning to pick it back up again)
Hello everyone!
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I remember you! Glad to have you back, I look forward to reading your stories again.
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I’m new to this practice. Hi to you and welcome back!
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Magic is when something that can’t be is.
Foreboding released into joyous giggles.
Confusion gives way to the pleasure of understanding.
Unbridled happiness when love walks through the door.
You and a long-lost friend bump into each other in the street.
“How can this be?” you wonder aloud.
But don’t count on magic to rescue you from foolishness.
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride.
Old adages are not magic. But they are as true as magic,
Magic is an unexpected gift.
When we are blind-sided by a treasure we don’t question the mechanism of its delivery, do we?
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Nice collection of ordinary moments that are magical. Thanks for the reminder
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I love this description of, “Magic.”
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This is delightful!
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A true story
Contraband
I smuggled her home in a basket. The girl said I was saving her from drowning.
In my bedroom she emerged: little more than a kitten, silky black but for one white star.
I called her Magic.
Outside, the family cat growled.
I confessed to my animal-loving parents. They wouldn’t mind.
“We can’t keep her,” said Dad.
Days later, I overheard him: “So sad. Full of kittens. They put her down. Couldn’t re-home them all.”
Oh Magic, all these years later I remember your trusting eyes and know that by rescuing you, in the end, I betrayed you.
(c) Paula Harmon 2017
https://paulaharmondownes.wordpress.com/2017/02/11/contraband/
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Oh my gosh! This piece broke my heart. What a punch the writing had at the end. To try so hard to do the loving thing only to have it backfire. Oh my. Thanks for such good writing.
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A Little Night Magic
The night is warm. She stands ankle deep in the ocean remembering Uncle Ed. On dark nights like this they would go to stand at the ocean’s edge while he told her tales of King Neptune, Salacia, his wife, and their magical underwater kingdom. She hung on his every word.
Tonight, just like those nights when she was a child, the waves wash in and out lapping at her ankles. The water carries with it tiny blobs of phosphorescence. Neptune’s magical lights around her ankles serve to remind her adult self that Uncle Ed was right. Neptune’s magic kingdom exists.
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Lovely, mood setting images. Especially for this Arizona dweller suddenly longing for the sea.
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Thanks LaurelSP. I’m glad I could help with your homesickness for the sea. It is a magical place, isn’t it?
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I love the ocean and agree, there is magic in the water.
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Challenge accepted!
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