Broomstick Tales

Arnie Grimm

Description

Late into the night, Suzan was reading the different kinds of spells there were. After each spell were a few blank pages for notes. Suzan was reading the spell Natee did long ago. This included the notes Natee had made.
“Spell to reverse one’s unjust death,”
Suzan whispered the spell, “Ference Eso Dabblo Zate. Reverse this one’s fate. REINCARNATE!”

Sujets

• Fantastique
• Epic Fantasy
• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Adventure (Guyana)
• Wizardry
• Epic
• Adventure
• Pandora
• Sorcellerie (jeu de rôle)
• Fiction
• Action
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 24 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823011129
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Broomstick Tales
My Sanity Questioned
 
 
 
Told by Wazoo the Wizard
Written and illustrated
by Arnie Grimm
 
 
 
 
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 07/21/2023
 
ISBN: 979-8-8230-1111-2 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-1119-8 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-1112-9 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023912097
 
 
 
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W ith fun to Joyce and her Agnes sticker on her car.
Contents
Chapter One
Kevin Martin
Chapter Two
Suzan
Chapter Three
Strange Magic
Chapter Four
Dream Pool
Chapter Five
The Knight
Chapter Six
The Stiltskin
Chapter Seven
Anastelzya
Chapter Eight
Harriet without Agnes
Chapter Nine
The Typewriter
Chapter Ten
Not Quite Again
Chapter Eleven
Nano Second of Hellfire
Chapter Twelve
Hand Fasted Again
Chapter Thirteen
Getting a Grip on Insanity
Chapter Fourteen
No Way Out
Chapter Fifteen
Candyland
Chapter Sixteen
The Spy
Chapter Seventeen
Let the Sun Shine In
Chapter One
Kevin Martin
K evin Martin was an agent of the Special Circumstance of Magical Activities Bureau. He was recently assigned from the field service of the CIA to this position.
Kevin Martin is, to all that know anything about the magical world, a knotem.
A knotem is a non-magical person. Most knotems are oblivious to the magical world around them, including Kevin Martin.
Today Kevin Martin is getting a crash course in what is the magical world. Crash and I mean crash, like a comet slamming into the atmosphere of Jupiter crash.
Kevin was sitting in his new clean, not even a coffee stain on the carpeting, office at his desk reading the one report very few had the privilege of reading.
It was about the strange happenings in a small town in the middle of America that couldn’t be explained away with common logic.
“There is a town called Broomstick quaintly located in the middle of the United States. You would never know it was there unless you really looked for it,” wrote an agent who lived many years ago.
“In this town is a place of business promoting magic and witchcraft. It is called The Hidden Quiddity Potion Shop. At this shop, I observed containers of herbs, spices, and roots, none of any known vegetation to the common world. On the shelves were bottles filled with distilled liquids with uncommon names none of which I could find anywhere else in the world.”
Kevin continued reading this report while writing notes.
“Behind the counter were drawers labeled magic wands. Over in one corner were broomsticks, not normal ones though. They were labeled, flying broomsticks. The more crooked the handle, the more expensive they were. On a side wall were shelves with various sizes of black cauldrons. Above them on a bookshelf were new and old magic spell books.”
Kevin Martin finally got to what he was looking for, names.
“This shop is owned by two sisters, Agnes McDermit and Harriet Wisestone. Their maiden name was Candlewick. As you guessed by now…” wrote the agent, “…Agnes and Harriet are witches.”
Now you must be wondering why Kevin Martin was assigned to this new position? All the secret agents assigned to this position have gone missing including the one that wrote this report.
This secret agent’s last known whereabouts was this very office Kevin Martin was sitting in. To say the least, the secret agent disappeared into thin air right in front of his staff never to be heard from again.
Oh, and who am I you ask? I’m your story teller. I am Wazoo the Wizard and this Broomstick Tale is called My Sanity Questioned.
 
Kevin Martin was driving the interstate looking for the exit to Shadow Creek Valley which would lead him to this mysterious town of Broomstick.
He was driving his newly rebuilt four-wheel drive sport utility vehicle down the interstate. It was late at night when Kevin was looking for the exit to Shadow Creek.
Kevin was heading west when road construction signs and orange cones directed him off the highway with detour signs to a temporary exit.
At first the road was smooth with fresh asphalt and painted lines. Then the asphalt started showing some wear and cracks. The painted lines faded away. Potholes began to bounce the sport utility vehicle around.
The detour signs were still directing Kevin the way around the interstate road construction. Lastly, the road was gravel and the detour signs disappeared.
“I can’t believe this,” said Kevin as he slowed down to get a good look at his GPS map on the dashboard.
“Where did all the satellites go?”
That was when his headlights hit an old wood sign that looked as it was from the eighteen hundreds. He stopped and got out of the vehicle to get a closer look.
“Broomstick fifteen miles.”
Kevin pulled out a map and a flashlight from the glove box and unfolded it on the hood.
“The interstate is here. My exit for Shadow Creek is here just a mile further. This detour was just before that exit.”
Kevin drew his finger down where he now thought he was.
“Broomstick, nope not on this road, this must be a route long gone to dust.”
Kevin jumped back into the driver’s seat and headed down the gravel road. Just about the time the gravel road ended with a road closed sign, Kevin saw up ahead an asphalt paved road.
Standing on the side of the road with her thumb stuck out thumbing a ride next to an old wooden sign that read Broomstick ten miles was a woman wearing a blue dress with long fur covered sleeves and a hood. The front of the dress was detailed in a five-point silver star.
Below her blue dress were knee high glossy leather black boots. Not a single scratch or mark on them.
From the hood, her velvet black hair flowed down to her shoulders ending in a slight up curl.
 
Kevin slowly drove the SUV around the road closed sign up to the asphalt road where this woman stood.
He lowered the passenger window and said, “This is a very strange place for a hitch hiker, don’t you think?”
The woman leaned down onto the opened window of the door.
“Perhaps not if you are going to Broomstick by any chance,” said the woman.
“That was where I was headed before the detour,” said Kevin.
“You can take this road to Broomstick.”
“I really don’t have much choice. The highway detour is directing me this way. You might as well hop in as I couldn’t leave you stranded out here in the dark.”
The woman opened the door and slid in shutting the door behind her.
“Suzan.”
“Oh, yes of course, I am Kevin...”
“Martin, yes I know. I know all about you Kevin Martin. You’re a spy on a mission and I’ve been waiting here for you,” said Suzan.
Kevin eyed the woman wondering how she knew his name and what she meant that she knew everything about him and had been waiting for him.
Kevin started driving down the road.
“Do you have a last name?’ asked Kevin.
“I don’t know,” answered Suzan.
Kevin dropped that subject.
“Is Broomstick an old ghost town?”
Suzan laughed, “A ghost town? No, I don’t think so. I’m hoping it will be a wonderful sight to see though.”
“Right now, the only sight I want to see is a soft pillow of a hotel bed,” said Kevin.
“I like that idea. I’ll join you on that pillow.”
In a wink of an eye, Kevin was lying in a king size bed with a pillow under his head. The sheet and blanket were tucked tightly around him.
Straddled on top of Kevin was Suzan with her knee high boots up against his sides. Her hands were propped on each side of the pillow. Suzan’s face was directly over Kevin’s face. Hanging around her neck was a gold chain with a single key.
Their lips were barely an inch apart. Suzan looked deep into Kevin’s brown eyes. Suzan wanted to tell him right then what she felt in her soul.
“Not yet. Wait for the right moment. Stick to the plan,” she said to herself.
Suzan spoke aloud, “I have a small favor to ask of you Mr. Spy. Find out who I am and where I came from.”
“You don’t know who you are?” questioned Kevin.
“Oh and most important, I desperately desire you to love me to the end of time,” said Suzan.
Kevin was trapped with Suzan straddled on top. He could feel her boots squeezing up against his ribcage.
Suzan’s hair was draped around his face with her hazel eyes staring straight into his.
Kevin could smell the scented aroma of apple blossoms in Suzan’s shiny black hair. He could feel a tingling sensation gnawing at his pleasure center of his brain.
“Don’t you think that is a lot to ask of a stranger that just offered you a lift into town?” asked Kevin who was trying to pull his arms out from the blanket.
Suzan flopped off of Kevin allowing him to move. He got out of bed and stood at the side of the king size bed grabbing a blanket to wrap around him. Suzan was lying on her side with her head pro