The attack of the seagulls

Here come the tourists Crowding our streets, Giant, slow walking mobs Looking for empty seats. Here come the tourists Hands grasping at their food, Flicking bits out to the gulls Who don’t know gratitude. Here come the tourists The gulls swooping down, Seagulls attacking with ease Children’s​ faces begin to frown. Here come the tourists…

The call of the ink (a mage in training, part 4)

She ran, the chill freezing her breath creating intricate patterns in the air. Once, she had feared Theo, his powerful family and larger body a frightening combination. However, after suffering years of his torment, she had grown stronger. Her powers once a trickle, now a powerful storm. Body collected by the morning shoppers she let…