Writing Samples

            The child was getting fed up with the taunts and teases. Months of jabs and japes had torn an ever-growing hole in his heart. He did not ask for his power. He did not ask to be born or sent to the school. Nothing was in his control and yet everything was blamed on him. The will of the world gave him gifts and the people of the world sought to take it away.

            He trudged to his next class in the hallway with his head down hoping to avoid any of the bullies. He was stopped in his path as he bumped into something warm and tall. It started shouting at him.

            “Watch where you’re going, cursed blood! You’ll corrupt me with your stupid magicks if you touch me again.” The words echoed through the hallway as it shouted at him. There were more things past the first. Their countenances turned to grimaces as he came into their field of view. He could feel his skin starting to crawl around. The other things laughed at his growing discomfort.

            “Why would you even come to this school?”

            “This place is for those that need to learn.”

            “You don’t deserve power.”

            The bullies let their words tumble out and over him, trying their best to smack him down. It was working. He could feel the sentences digging into his veins and his face heating up. Don’t talk back, their satisfaction is not necessary. Let it go. His thoughts were just whispers in the storm of growing rage. The fire in his veins was starting to blaze in his cheeks desperately trying to burn its way out. His fingertips were filled with unbridled power waiting for any signal to do as they wish.

            “…shut…up…” He peeped out. His thoughts of staying quiet fell on now deaf ears.

            “What’s that? Can the jinxed boy speak?” The bullies laughed at his feeble attempt of facing them. It’s not fair that just because there is electricity already running in his limbs that they are better than him. If anything, they are under him. They are just things. Things to be crushed.

            “Shut up.” Louder now. In a voice that could be heard, not like they deserved to hear him anyway. They kept laughing. These things were still mocking him. His potential.

            “Shut up!” and the floor shook. The laughter stopped abruptly as cracks ran up the walls sending spackle to rain down upon their heads. “Shut up, shut up!” Arcs of lightning ran through the grout and shocked to the tiles jumping around the things that now trembled with fear. Perfect.

            A teacher ran into hall. They took out a stone and sent a desperate signal out to others. The hall trembled with power shaking the building as the adult attempted to calm him down. He could not hear any words as his own filled his head.

            “Shutupshutupshutup!” His eyes let loose flames as his fingers ignited and the ravenous blaze licked at his clothes. He could barely concentrate on what was around him as the might ran through his every muscle. Other kids and teachers ran downstairs and away from him. The teacher leapt forward as an arch of lightning bounced off him and vaulted towards the bullies. The bolt struck into the teacher’s chest and shoved them backwards into the terrified children.

            Seeing the power that he held, he edged forward, leading the things to shuffle back. As he progressed the light in his eyes grew. His entire being became light and energy as it was his turn to laugh. He laughed boisterously. His cackles echoed down the halls with the same force as the tremors he caused.

            He felt it now. The tyranny that he could use. It was the calling of the chaos in the world. No more would worthless things beneath him be able to say their taunts. He would be all that he could and the best wizard possible. His energy trembled through his body as he felt an uncontainable surge burst from his core.

            The children through the school were corralled frantically away from the building by the teachers as they watched as the glass shattered outwards. Everyone shielded their faces as the fragments landed on the ground and a shockwave of heat boomed out and quaked the ground. The children screamed at the events happening in front of them.

            The school fell. The things inside went quiet. He had nothing more to say.