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Author's Note: Yeah, a few absolutely ridiculous oneshots should've taught me my lesson about not posting at night, when I should be doing homework, especially when it's a little diddy I wrote in about the space of a minute. But alas, no. And I had this amazing idea when I was looking on dictionary .com to do a word of the day series, in which I take a word (from dictionary .com of course) and build a drabble around it. I'm hoping this little excerise will improve my drabble writing skills, which aren't great since I'm not a concise person.
But obviously, I won't be doing this every day, just on days when I have time and the word is particularly interesting. Today, I just couldn't help but notice how perfect this word was. Well, it is Hallowe'en, after all.
And also, once again, I'm off-track on Collision updates (Artemis Fowl: Collision of the Worlds, my one and only chaptered fic for those of you who don't know. Now go and read it!), being midterm week and all. So, this is, once again, compensation for my laziness.
Ensorcell
(v.) to enchant, to bewitch
Abracadabra! The rudimentary, simplified versions of magic ignorant humans have created to amuse themselves with are untrue, to put it gently. As if there really existed an earthly brand of magic that could render even the wildest dreams to be reality. If only it were that simple.
For there is magic on earth, I've learned only too harshly. It is all around us, in animals, and in humans too, surprisingly, for those who are receptive enough to recognize it. But this magic cannot be easily tamed as those silly enchantments of fiction. No, instead, it exists on a level far deeper and far more mysterious.
Even I, considered by most sentient beings to be among the brightest of them all, cannot quite fathom the intricacies of magic. Not that I haven't tried. But for all my efforts, magic is not yet at my control.
And yet, she has controlled me, in the deepest sense of the word— not in mind or body, but in soul, if I dare use such a clichéd term. But then again, I, the genius, have been ensorcelled by the mere thought of a female. Now, that is clichéd, and in a way, ensorcelling in itself.
Author's Note: That is 200 words, exactly. Yay for conciseness!
Well, it's probably pretty bad, given it was on the spur of the moment, but review nevertheless. Please?