Creative Writing Ideas

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writing prompt: write about how magic is the norm. Some excel at it, some are only okay, and others are against it completely, deposite being able to use it. Your main character is the latter.

No, This isn't your average fairy tale. For me, this is real life, and I hate it. Where I'm from magic isn't make believe, It's the norm. Ever since the meteorites hit earth we've been different. The radiation and the toxic gases that came from these insignificant rocks, set off mutations worldwide. At first it was killing us, everyone thought it was the end, ransacking grocery stores, staying cooped up in their homes. The toxins were too strong for us to inhale, if we did, we'd suffocate and choke ourselves out. It killed off the weak, like natural selection. If you were old and fragile you were already considered dead. Newborns, surprisingly, weren't killed off. I mean you'd think so because they basically are weak, but they have the potential to become strong, I guess. I was one of those newborns. It's about 17  years after the meteorites fell all over earth, everyone's adjusted to this new way of life... well, almost everyone.
My parents weren't quote en quote blessed with powers, not everyone received them, most adults, if they had powers, were small ones. Like being able to guess the time correctly or being incredibly smart. But my parents didn't receive any, and I'm pretty sure they like it that way. In fact they hate the new world. They find magic a sin, they say we shouldn't have any of these talents/ abilities that make us as high as god. They're very religious. I don't disagree with them though. They're right, we shouldn't have these powers, but we do. There's nothing they can do to reverse that or stop it, but that doesn't mean they won't try.
Ever since I turned 13 and hit that "ill-favored" puberty stage, my powers started to manifest. At first it was just a spark, it grew with time, but my skills to hone my power did not. My parents, unlike other parents, forbade me to use my magic. I wasn't allowed to talk about it either. They tried to contain me from using my powers as soon as I got them, but I would have outbursts of frustration, that I couldn't control. Since they didn't allow me to use it I wasn't able to learn how to control it. They eventually came to their senses and sent me to an academy for troubled striga's which is latin for witch. It helped a lot and taught me some cool tricks I could do with my powers. They identified my power as the ability to control electricity, like lightning or the electrical current that flows through a lightbulb.
It was a hard childhood. Once I was able to control my abilities they removed me from that academy and put me in a school for the mundane. I was forced to suppress my powers, I had to submerge them deep behind my fake, mundane smile everyday I went to school. No one besides my family knows that I have powers. And it has to stay that way.

Back to the present... Now that I've got you all caught up, our story starts off with me, daydreaming in my calculus class: "Miss Santiago?" I hear my name called and jerk myself out of my thoughts. "Uh, yes ma'am?" I replied nervously. "Do you know the answer?" she said pointing to the equation on the whiteboard. I looked around the room cautiously, it was incredibly silent. Everyone stared at me, expecting me to know the answer. Since people were affected by the meteorites and gifted with abilities, the only way the mundane knew how to also come off as special was to be smarter than our previous generations. And they were. Most kids successfully excelled in their curriculum, I am not most... if you didn't already know. I shook my head in response to her question and slouched into my chair as people scoffed at me in disappointment.
I was filled with so much embarrassment, I knew I'd never be as smart as them. I heard some preppy girls to the right of my whispering and pointing at me. They weren't laughing or teasing me, they were just pointing out how unintelligent I was. It made my eyes start to sweat and I asked to be excused from the class. I walked out of the classroom before the teacher could give me her answer. I wiped my eyes and my embarrassment soon turned to frustration and anger that I couldn't be myself or even be allowed to be me. I felt the radiance of electricity coursing through my veins, striking every nerve in my body and spreading beyond me. Lights flickered as I walked down the hall in determination. I was getting the hell out of here.
As soon as I rounded the corner I pumped into someone's chest. I could tell I probably tazed them slightly with how much electricity I was emitting. The voice was low and firm. "Well, you definitely aren't a mundane." It said. I look up at the tall figure, seethingly. His face is uncomfortably close to mine with a devilish smirk plastered to his face. I'd never seen him before, but then again I don't really pay attention to the people at this school. "I'm Alom Reyes, my friends call me Alo." he says, still holding me close to him. I look at his hands still gripped on my arms. "Well, I'm not your friend, and I really must be going so-" I try to break free of his grip, but it's a tight one. I look back into his chocolate brown eyes confusingly. He looks back into mine and I watch his pupils dilate as he gets a frightened look on his face. "This'll probably sound crazy, but I could've sworn I just saw lightning in your eyes?" he said trying to inspect me. Shit... I need to leave before this normie finds out my secret. I break free of his grasp and started on my way out of this god-forsaken school. He grabbed my hand before I could get too far. I was infuriated now. I whip myself around and use my hand to electrocute him. Not to the point where he would die... just to the point where he would leave me the hell alone. He stood there still and unharmed by my action. I could see my electricity flowing into him, but it had no effect on him. He looked almost as surprised as I was. Not only did I just expose what I was, I just found another person like me at this school... I think. I looked back up into his curious eyes with awe.. I knew at that moment, my life was about to change.

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If this writing is found stolen, it's considered plagiarism; always cite your sources, and be respectful of writers. You may use the idea of this writing and the writing prompt, but do not copy my writing word for word. Thank you.
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by Brooke Salyers