Genre: Horror
Plot: A cursed sorcerer is accidentally freed and wrecks havoc.
Words to use: spirit, fire, magic, curse, ring, escape, vengeance, wrath, power, destroy, divide, veil, ego, foolish, spell
Copyright © Rachel D. Knepp 2026
It was a foolish mistake, but not mine. The pronouncement: a curse laid on me indefinitely, there was no escape. It had nothing to do with my actions, I swore to it on the book of magic in the Court of Magic and Sorcerers. The injustice will be repaid, I swore to myself. I laid on my bed during the long stretch of darkness, unable to sleep. It was so annoying. Within the walls of the prison, conjuring a spell wasn’t possible, being dampened through higher magical forces of the elder sorcerers. They sat so smug on those high and mighty thrones, baiting me, judging me. Well, screw them.
With a sudden clunk and squeal, the door of my cell opened slightly. I jumped up quickly, my curiosity piqued. I wondered if it was bait. When I stepped out of my cell, a force of some kind would knock me backward. It had been either a mistake or a test. I took the chance. At this point, they could completely destroy me and I wouldn’t care. Being cooped up in the cell was not how I wanted to live forever. Without power, I was nothing.
I passed the other cells, still secured, others sleeping deeply. No one stirred. I went toward the jailers station, the one who stood guard, and even he slept slumped over in his chair. “Well, isn’t this fascinating,” I said out loud, unafraid of anyone hearing me, “I wonder…”
I moved through the shadows and out the door, finding the other guard fast asleep as well. I lifted my hand, lighting a fire that danced on my palm. The veil had been removed. Wrath swirling in my veins. Vengeance was mine.
“I wonder who I have to thank for this.” A spirit appeared before me as I left the grounds, heading to the forest.
“It is I, your spirit of vengeance on those who wronged you,” it said, “who you have to thank for your escape. Now, it is up to you.”
“What is it you want me to do, oh wonderful benefactor?”
Fire swirled around the spirit of ego and anger.
“I give you this ring,” a swirl of light spun. A ring of golden hatred hovered in front of me. I took it expecting heat, but it was ice cold and placed it on my ring finger, “it is my wrath to mingle with your own. Go forth and destroy those who wronged you. Don’t despair. You will succeed with me watching over you.”
My mouth gaped open as reality split, a divide between where I was and where I needed to be.
“Havoc, here I come.” I sneered and walked through as screams erupted into the universe.
Thanks for reading my very short story…