Droplets from the Inkwell

Writing Quickie: Teenage Invocation

I may have to turn this one into a short story. Those boys are playing with something they may not fully understand.

The trio gathered in the small room, holding hands. There was a single pillar candle in the center of the small circle they formed, resting on a small wooden table that was about waist high. A dozen tea lights were placed about the perimeter of the room. Beyond these flames, the room was completely dark. All three boys had their eyes closed in concentration. Finally, the unofficial leader of the trio, a boy of about fifteen years with brown hair and hazel eyes spoke. “Lord Pan, we beseech you! Teach us in the ways of your revelry and abandon!”

JarredH

Give me pen and paper and I shall create entire worlds and fill them with adventures.