The nobles are the only ones allowed to use magic. They have their own magical traditions. They live in luxurious castles, keeping commoners as their unfortunate servants. Most of us commoners eke out a meagre living in our villages. But the forest, the mountains, the hills, they call to us and share with us their magic. And we learn the magic of the wild lands and of the commoners, and we teach each other the magic we know.

This was a short horror story I did for my creative writing class not too long ago. The limit was two pages. I know it's not very good, especially since I started it the day it was supposed to be due. Also, I took a lot of inspiration from Juni Ito's Tomie (since I had to have it completed by fourth period and I was in a rush). But I just wanted to share it here just because.

Also I read it to my class because we had to and I was sorta proud of it and I barely got compliments. I still didn't really get over that... Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Fake friend. What comes to your mind when you hear these two words? In any school, if you have fake friends, you want to finish school activities, then go home and sleep. Imagining yourself among them is ridiculous.

Want to cast a spell on a fake friend? Say: "Stupefy!"

A young man and an old man are talking. But the truth lies in all that is left unsaid.