Broomstick Tales

Arnie Grimm

Description

Sitting in the high back plush purple velvet fabric chair was the skeleton. In the right hand of the skeleton was the magic wand.
“Are you offering me your magic wand?” Amber asked the skeleton.
Get ready for a Halloween story that will keep you on the edge of your chair. Arnie Grimm and Wazoo the Wizard have conjured up a Ghostly Tale that has death defying tragedies and evil villains. Most of all, there is lots and lots of magic to save the day, maybe. Let’s hope so anyway.

Sujets

• Dark Fantasy
• Wizardry
• Sorcellerie (jeu de rôle)
• Fiction
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 01 octobre 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665538947
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Broomstick Tales
Ghost of a Chance at True Love

Told by Wazoo the Wizard
Written and illustrated
by Arnie Grimm


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Published by AuthorHouse 04/13/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-3895-4 (sc)
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ISBN: 978-1-6655-3894-7 (e)
 
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Contents
Chapter One
Under the Radar
Chapter Two
Emrys
Chapter Three
Ghostly Encounters
Chapter Four
The Skeleton
Chapter Five
When Down Turns Up
Chapter Six
Footprint
Chapter Seven
Enter Stage Right, the Villain
Chapter Eight
Scammers
Chapter Nine
Let’s Park the Car
Chapter Ten
Four Face Cards
Chapter Eleven
Gumshoeing
Chapter Twelve
Getting Warm
Chapter Thirteen
All aboard
Chapter Fourteen
Dead Man’s Party
Chapter Fifteen
Time Plus Five
Chapter Sixteen
Home Run
Chapter Seventeen
Krakatoa in the Hole
Chapter Eighteen
Two Red Balls
Chapter Nineteen
A Poem
Chapter Twenty
Lost in the Sands of Time
Chapter Twenty One
Three’s a Charm
Chapter Twenty Two
The Coven

A poem by Arnie Grimm
Hidden for all Eternity
I had this possession I want no one to find, so I buried it beneath the Sands of Time.
I went to where the rocks move on their own, their path led me to the place they called home.
Over the mountains into the valley of death, where the air is so hot, it takes away your breath.
Through the door I did pass, to bury my possession in the Sands of the Past.
Chapter One
Under the Radar
T he central point of the magical world is in the quiet town of Broomstick at the Hidden Quiddity Potion Shop owned by two sisters, Agnes and Harriet.
Agnes and Harriet had a magical way of keeping their fingers on the pulse of the magical world. Nothing got past them.
When I said that nothing got past Agnes and Harriet, I meant almost nothing. You see there was this young woman about twenty-two by the name of Amber Rothschild.
Amber Rothschild stood five feet eleven and a half inches tall bare foot. With shoes on, she towered over most men her age. Amber had ash blonde hair that she let hang around shoulders. She wore large round black framed glasses, although she did not need them.

Amber for all intense and purposes was not a witch. She was a, what they called in the magical world a knotem, meaning not magical.
This is why Agnes and Harriet had no idea what Amber Rothschild was up to when she stumbled into the magical world.
Amber was a salesperson at the Master’s Eye books. It was a metaphysical bookstore in Rapid City. For Amber it wasn’t exactly a mainstream job.
It took someone like Amber to work in an out of the ordinary supernatural bookstore and deal with the clientele interested in the out worldly cults of the day.
Here was this exceptionally tall wallflower with a kind heart, trying to fit into a generation that came well after Marjorie Spock, Benjamin Spock, and Mr. Spock. She isn’t quite sure if she is a Next, X, Millennial, or someone just trying to exist in the world of today.
I don’t mean to jump to the end of the story, but it was Harriet not Agnes, that stood up for Amber’s rights to call herself a witch.
“What makes one a witch, her magical powers or her devotion toward the philosophy and ideology?” asked Harriet.
At the Sisters of the Q witch’s coven Amber was allowed to join the Sisterhood and write her feelings in the Quair.
Amber wrote, “Spells and potions do not make one a witch. Being selected by Magic to do good for others does.”
Ah, you are asking why tell the ending now? Because you are not going to believe how Amber Rothschild was selected to join the Sisters of the Q.
Oh and who am I you ask? I’m your story teller. I am Wazoo the Wizard and this Broomstick Tale is called Ghost of a Chance at True Love.

Amber did not start out to be a witch. Now we all know if you were not born with magical powers, one just cannot pull magical powers out of the air.
However, it sure seemed that was what Amber may have done. Strange occurrences began to happen to make it appear as if she could do magical things.
One summer day it was very hot and the air conditioner stopped working at the metaphysical store.
“I’ll fix it,” said Amber.
Jokingly she pulled out from a drawer a plastic die cast assembly line painted movie inspired magic wand. Amber went over to the thermostat and gave it a hard tap with this wand.
The fan motor began to blow air and soon thereafter cool air filled the store. What really happened was, when Amber tapped the thermostat, it caused a broken wire to spark and fuse to a power connection that bypassed the broken control.
Later in the day, the air conditioner overheated and stopped working completely.
It was that one moment that started Amber down the road of her magical adventure. She started to delve into the occult books on modern witchcraft.
She was out with a group of friends when one of them did not have enough money for a movie ticket.
Amber pulled out her plastic wand, tapped his left side and said to him, “Look in your left pocket.”
Sure enough, there was six dollars in the pocket. What really took place was after they had ordered and paid for their fast food this one young man slipped his change into his left pocket instead of putting the paper money back into his wallet and forgot about it.
Again, Amber was credited with doing magic. This falsely built her self confidence. She started doing bewitchments for her friends to try to make them rich, or do better in school.
Now the big magical event that really made people proclaim Amber was a witch happened this way.
A woman came in to the metaphysical store to buy some herbal supplements. Her total was thirty two dollars and nine cents. On the printed receipt was the time and date. It happened to be three twenty nine in the afternoon on March twenty ninth.
Amber noticed the peculiar arrangement of numbers and said to the woman, “You should play the daily three lotto games with these numbers that are on your receipt. Look, three, two, nine here, here and here.”
The woman looked at what Amber was pointing at.
It was just a complete coincident those numbers came up like that on this woman’s receipt, or was it?
The next day the woman came into the store proclaiming in a hysterical manner that she had won the previous day’s one million dollar jackpot with those numbers.
The word spread that Amber was a witch. People were coming in buying merchandise and asking her for lotto numbers, healing spells, and other things that people thought witches could do for them.

After those mysterious events, one of Amber’s friends gave her a strange book that was very old.
“This was an old book brought to America by one of my forgotten relatives. I was told that it contained stories of witchcraft,” said Amber’s friend.
Amber opened the book to find most of it was hand written in an unusual language. After an exhausting research, she found the writing was in the witch’s alphabet.
Amber methodically translated the letters from the witch’s alphabet to English letters. The words, surprisingly, turned out to be a form of English. Amber could read it, but it was a little awkward in the meaning of some phrases.
Amber read aloud the title of the hand written book, “My pilgrimage to Emrys.”
It was a diary without anyone’s name attached to it. Amber would translate a page at a time and then read it.
“I am on the road to the Isle of Ynys Mon riding atop my familiar. It will be a long journey as this is a less traveled road in recent years.”
Amber finished translating the book and discovered a land that had really been lost in time. Emrys was located on the isle of Ynys Mon. Today, it is Anglesey Isle located on the northern tip of Wales.
“I can’t find Emrys on any map of Wales or Anglesey Isle,” Amber said to herself.
Amber read a short entry in the diary that had given her a clue of where her writer was headed.
“I visited Lligwy and laid a bouquet of leeks at the burial site of my ancestors.”
“Lligwy, maybe this will lead me to Emrys,” thought Amber.
Amber wondered why the writer left a bouquet of leeks at the burial site. She looked up the meaning of the leek to the Welsh.
“The leek in Welsh history stood for sacred knowledge of ancient times.”
“Emrys is the most magical town in the entire world. In the center of town is a perfectly preserved petrified tree,” read Amber.
By the end of the diary, Amber had decided to make her own pilgrimage to Emrys. She booked a tour package to Moefre, which included staying in a country house cottage.
From Heathrow airport Amber rode a train to the northeast side of Anglesey Isle on the Irish Sea.
On the tra