Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Crimes

November 21st 2014 in Microfiction

As they read the list of his heinous crimes aloud, Fred showed no emotion. “Cursing, astral manipulation, poisoning, kinesis with intentions to harm, thought control, necromancy, necrophilia, animal cruelty, and bullying. His aim? To extend the reach of his sorry life – in this one and the next – through the use of a simple spell disguised as the verbal tic of a buffoon.” There were gasps and some sniffles in the courtroom. “You will be hanged from the neck until dead, Mr Flintstone. No more ‘yabba dabba do’ for you.”


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