Control – 100 Word Story


By Mary Wright

Invisible tendrils of magic grabbed him, and his feet were suddenly unable to touch the ground. He was floating, but not of his own will.

“Weird, isn’t it.” She said, giving a smile, “How it feels to not be in control.”

“Let. Me. Go.” He said, looking rather silly trying to point his finger at her.

“No. You have controlled me for so long,” She said, “You can last a while.”

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“You don’t mean it, father. You’re just trying to get the control back.”

“You’re my daughter.”

“And you’re manipulative.”

The door slammed closed.

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