Today’s Daily Prompt asks you, dear reader, to participate in the joy of my words:
Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.
Let’s see what happens, shall we?
Aleister stood before the mirror, examining his own visage; it pleased him not, simply because he’d grown tired of it. It hadn’t been enough to just change his name–even though his new one was far less droll than the original moniker–and the change in personality had been fun for a while. As he looked into the serious and wild eyes staring back at him from the looking glass, he wondered what to do next. Herbert had left him after his outburst about finding religion, or more specifically creating it, and the street girls at the pub couldn’t do what Herbert did; a life without passion seemed wrong too. However, his relationship with Rose was improving, as was his adeptness at magic. A noise behind him: “What was that?” Aleister asked the seemingly empty room.
Okay, it’s a bit weird. Click the link on “Aleister” if you want more information about my inspiration. Feel free to take the tale wherever the magic leads you