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PUZZLE POTION Ch. 3

Chapter 3 — FINDING MAGIC

 

Chapter 3(2)

Tears stood out bright in Galen’s eyes. As they were about to fall, he wiped the backs of his hands across them. For once Lan didn’t have a joke ready, and didn’t make fun of his cousin. He knew exactly what Galen felt, a deep pain. Lan put a hand on Galen’s shoulder. His cousin looked up at him, and Lan steered Galen away from the family room and what sat there. Galen let himself be led outside without a complaint.

Birds chirped happily in the bright morning. “Be quiet! There’s nothing to be happy about! Stupid birds!” Galen yelled. They didn’t listen and kept on with their song. “Lan, my…my…parents.”

“I know. My mom and sister, too.”

“What do we do? Do we call the police?”

Lan thought for a minute. “No, I don’t think so. First off I don’t think they’d believe us. Second, they’re for normal stuff, and this is definitely not normal.”

“So, what do we do? My parents…,” he turned hopefully to Lan. Galen had always looked up to his cousin, and it was no surprise that he put all of his hopes on Lan in this emergency.

Lan knew that and immediately took charge, even though he had his own grief. If he kept thinking of his mom and sister turned to stone he might start to cry. Not only would that make it worse for Galen, but it also wouldn’t help his family. They needed to find an answer, not focus on the problem. “All right, this isn’t normal. So, what turned everyone to stone?

Poison, maybe?” suggested Galen.

“Poison? In what?”

“Uh, the pizza, of course,” Galen looked at Lan like Lan should have already thought of it.

“We order pizza from that place all the time. Why would they poison it?”

“I’m not a poisoner. I don’t know. But maybe they did.”

“No,” said Lan. “We ate the same food Sarah and my mom did, but we didn’t turn into stone. It’s got to be something else.”

“How about a magic animal?”

Lan’s plan was working. Galen was thinking of things besides his parents. There weren’t any tears in his eyes anymore. Instead, his eyebrows were all scrunched up in thought, like two caterpillars..

“Hmmm, I think you’re right about the magic part Galen. Nothing else makes sense.”

 

Illustrated by Emily St. Marie

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Writing Imitates God

 

Writing imitates God. I know this sounds controversial and it should. Writing is creation. Sci-fi writers create new worlds and cultures, things that may only be in our imagination or might even be out there somewhere in the cosmos. In fact Science Fiction has often found its way to become modern fact. Fantasy writers breathe new life into tales told throughout the ages, they create new and fantastical beasts that are more real than our neighbors dog. Even Biography and Nonfiction writers create new truths, a reinvention of history by choosing which material to use or exclude in their writing. Every writer of every genre creates. Out of the blank page or blank screen there comes forth words and from those tappings and scribblings come new realities.