
“It is up for lease!” shouted Asha gasping for breath, slamming his apartment door shut. The eager apprentice, having run full tilt from the pizza shop three blocks away to his home, was keen to share the bad news with Mordice his mentor and roommate.
“When you say “it”…you don’t mean that place, do you?”
“I thought we had fixed things to make it…well…undesirable…We cannot afford any slip-ups. They must never know the truth.”
“Well, what can we do about it, Sir?”
“Oh no no, my young apprentice, there’s no “we.” You are going to try again to deter innocents (humans) from any interest in that building at Asylum Street once and for all. And you better act quickly. The next booking is at midnight.
Mordice continued calmly eating his peanut butter and pickle sandwich, eschewing his apprentice’s piping hot all-meat pizza, now languishing near the cauldron on the stovetop.
Tapping his hooked wand on the pizza box Mordice commented with genuine concern for his young apprentice: “You’d better eat up first. It will be a long night…for you. I am going to bed…wake me when you have arrived at an epiphany.”
“But…Sir,” pleaded Asha.
However, even before Asha’s syllables could depart from his lips, Mordice conjured up a bed, dove under the covers, and was snoring like a baby in three minutes flat, as usual.
Asha, shrugged his shoulders as he scarfed down a slice of the warm, all-meat pizza. He had no idea what to do. He stared at the tens of thousands of enchanted books in his mentor’s collection, hoping that one of them would literally “jump” out at him with a solution. But nothing happened.
Three hours later, Asha sat thinking but still, no ideas came on how to prevent innocents from accessing, leasing, or entering the building at Asylum Street.
His past efforts to conjure up what innocents (humans) call “ghosts,” were successful in closing the bank in the building last month. Unfortunately, now, the building’s owner was offering spaces for lease there.
Hours passed— the young apprentice brewed concoction after concoction but with no luck. He had succeeded only in conjuring up the smell of a morgue inside his one-bedroom apartment. Defeated, finally admitting to himself that he needed help, Asha reluctantly decided to awaken his mentor.
The only way to awaken Mordice was for Asha to sneeze ten times. Asha opened a bottle of cracked black pepper and inhaled all of it. Then he waited—he waited until his nose got wind of his deviated misdemeanor and let rip a septum full of snotty sneezes in protest.
“What…what…happened, who’s dead, what is that god awful smell my young apprentice…smells like a rotting corpse in here,” observed Mordice, alertly rolling out of bed and dismissing with a wave of his hand, the plush queen-size bed he had conjured up earlier for his nightly sojourn in the halls of Valhalla.
Humbling himself Asha confessed—”I am sorry Mr. Mordice Sir, I have not found a solution. I need your help.”
“Oh very well, why did you not ask in the first place?
Asha began to volunteer an answer…”Well, I tr….”
“Young man, don’t interrupt my thoughts when they are thinking. That was a rhetorical question.”
Asha sat, resigned to wait until his mentor spoke again. He munched on his now very cold pizza in silence.
A few short minutes later…feverishly thumbing through one of the books in his magical library…
“I’ve got it!” yelled Mordice.
“What is it Sir, what is your plan?”
“The idea came to my nose from your efforts at the cauldron all night. We will make that building on Asylum Street totally undesirable. We shall circulate a rumor that the building is slated to be the city’s next sewage treatment plant. You don’t see innocents lining up to take selfies at a sewage plant do you?”
Asha stared at his mentor, impressed with his magical genius.
“Well…?” asked Mordice.
“Oh sorry Sir, I thought that was another rhetorical question!”
“Hurry Asha, we do not have much time before the next booking for the Asylum Street portal to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.”
“Go ahead and upload a photo of the building on social media and plant the fake news about its planned usage as a sewage plant. And, bottle up some of whatever stench you had concocted earlier and enchant it to travel around the building 24/7. That should be sufficient to get the buzz going around town…”
“…hurry my young apprentice,” Mordice continued, “Let us transport ourselves to the back door of that building on Asylum Street; we don’t want to keep the spirit of the great King Nebuchadnezzar waiting to see his beloved Hanging Gardens Of Babylon while they are in bloom.”
****The End*****
For #TDWC Thursday Doors Writing Challenge – May 2022 – Dan Antion @ No Facilities
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The onus is on SHORT!
Joanna
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Apologies Joanna. I tend to get carried away by story telling.
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Great short story Suzette. Loved it’s magical flavour. Happy Writing My Friend.
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So glad you enjoyed the enchanted plot. Thank you for your marvellous support. Much appreciated, my friend.
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Pleasure. Happy Writing My Friend.
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Thank you my friend. And same to you.
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Cheers.
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Such a neat idea and so poignant. Really enjoyed this.
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Thank you Matthew! Good to hear that you enjoyed the story. Cheers.
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Thank.you so much for your words. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Haha! Great imagination Suzette.
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Thank you! My pleasure.
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You’re always welcome
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Thank you my friend.
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🤣peanut butter and pickle sandwich🤣
Noooooo arrrgh what a combination
But hey I love the chilly indonesian peanut sauce
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Actually, chilli peanut sauce is excellent! PB&pickles…maybe only for the magical folks among us🤣
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Yes, I love that sauce. Tried to make my own, but it didn’t taste quite like Bali….mmmm took me on a journey just thinking about it.
Yes…lol…a wikid wizard taste 👌
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Yes, those sauces have their secrets to their success, which are hard to replicate.
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True, I was close but like you say, nothing as the original and I had to work on memory.
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🌶😊
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That’s the thing at this stage of my life
It stands at that crossroads
Should I add more chilli
Or should I not
I really am endearing more to a salt and pepper taste.
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Me too with the salt and pepper! Interesting how taste bud change over time eh.
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Absolutely 💯 it does slowly overtime.
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👍
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😉👍🏼
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😉wake me when you have arrived at an epiphany😉
Loving the wizards…🤣
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A fun character to develop. Much fun in writing this one😊
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Yes, folk tales I imagine are an alluring genre for writers
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True!
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😅He stared at the tens of thousands of enchanted books in his mentor’s collection,😅
Just perfect
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Glad you enjoyed this… magical scene of books coming alive and to one’s aid.
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And they do, many writes allude to this
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Yes, indeed. So much fun to read about those stories too.
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😅septum full of snotty sneezes in protest.😅
Very clever, love how the word septum brought it together
🤣don’t interrupt my thoughts when they are thinking. 🤣
Hilarious, i can just see the old wizard chastizing Asha
🙂You don’t see innocents lining up to take selfies at a sewage plant do you?”😉
Definitely not…the humans are considered in their world as innocent is just so lovely and cunning of them.
🙂we don’t want to keep the spirit of the great King Nebuchadnezzar waiting to see his beloved Hanging Gardens Of Babylon while they are in bloom🙂
Oh wow, how doors can get you to spin together a great tale, Storyteller.🥂
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I was trying to get “deviated…septum” imagery in one sentence…and voilà there you have the sneezes imagery…at least I so I had hoped😊
Yes, philosophy and wizardry…what a combination…thinking thoughts thinking themselves ideas…hehehe
Yes, there are some places that one just does not take selfies….thankfully.
So pleased that you enjoyed the story and its magical enchantment with a splash of all things mythical across the aeons.
I do appreciate your marvellous gift of reviewing content with amazing acumen. I am humbled and honored by your comments my friend. Thank you!!
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Lovely read for a throwback Thursday
Or so they called it
I never really understood all yhe nuances associated with the throwbacks
But if is about tales like these
Then …lovely.
You are most welcome.
Wishing you a wonderful Thursday.
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And a wonderful Thurday to you as well.😊
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Thank you Poet, I appreciate.
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You are most welcome!
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I love it! This is a great story, and it may explain why some buildings are leased quickly and some languish on the street for years. Thanks for using one of my doors, Suzette and thanks so much for supporting the writing challenge with your talent.
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I am happy that you like it Dan. Your wonderful photo of the building was a magical capture. I saw the light sparkling on the facade in vivid detail…like stars; hence the inspiration.
And, it was my pleasure. Thank you for all your hard work, hosting. Cheers
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I am glad it inspired you.
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It did. Thanks again.
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This is a great line: “I am going to bed…wake me when you have arrived at an epiphany.”
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Amen! I am so pleased you enjoyed it. Thank you Liz. May your day be joyous and blessed. Peace.
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I liked the deviated septum bit!
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Excellent! You got it! Thanks for your sharp eye and reading acumen. I am glad. Mission accomplished👍
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😊
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Great short story.
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So pleased you enjoyed it. Thank you!
Happy Thursday!
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I hope there are no desperate renters around! Even a sewage plant wouldn’t deter some people.
Great characters with very distinctpersonalities. (K)
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I know right, they may even enjoy the novelty of saying they live near such a place, who knows.
Glad you liked the story/characters.
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