I was thinking about something personal, but I am a persona and not a person.
I remember when I screamed at the man with a sheep tied to his waist, my hands were fighting not to bury my nails on his rotten flesh. But I am a lady and I did not, I screamed instead.
Writing short stories makes me happy and it is cool to have a blog, I feel like shouting on the internet void. I could probably write the most inhuman and disgusting things, and nobody would ever read it, so I am not sure why I am holding back.
Today at work I created a whole line of bad luck amulets. My favorites were shirt buttons. We will sew them on the garments of our political enemies from the northern island. Their bread will always fall with the butter down, the last egg they crack on a recipe will be rotten and my classic touch, they will always find hair on their soup. Their partners and even mistresses will have headaches and say not today honey, I wish I would see it.
I get paid double for subtle pettiness. I am not rich as my sister, but I am slowly getting there.
It is easy to make it rain every time people go to work. But having their pen explode and stain their hands for the whole day, find hair on their food, and step into horse shit, that is my specialty.
Great wizards get to do great things once every ten years if a lot. As a petty wizard, I get to do tiny little evil daily, for many people, and that brings me joy. I could do something big, I had to fight once and I am alive, the others, not so much… but I can be meticulous from my office chair and make tons of people upset at the same time.
If you saw your train departing, if you stepped in a puddle to be soaked up until your ankles, that is on me, some of my products reach Earth too. Think well, if you’ve had a shitty day, that could and would probably be me.
