An Enchanted Web (Lyr #51)

This is Part 51 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.


I searched for a way in but the gates refused to open and I could not fit between the ironwork. The only way was for me to try and climb over; an unappealing thought given the sharp pointy arrowheads lining the top.

‘Lyr, you’re thinking in the physical,’ The Hag’s voice spoke into my head. ‘You’re not really there.’

Everything felt so real I had forgotten the metaphysical aspect to the magic of The Enchanter’s Stone. I closed my eyes and began to enchant to find the answer I sought.

I saw candles in a dark room, no more. Then the silence was broken.

‘Hello, Lyr. I’m so glad you could join us at last. We’ve been waiting for you.’

Suddenly I was tightly bound by the silken threads of an enchanted web. The gates opened and by the force of another’s magic, I was hauled towards Mortlea Manor.

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #51 | Word count: 149

5 thoughts on “An Enchanted Web (Lyr #51)

    • Yes. There’s still a lot of story to cover, I think. I was pondering taking a break from it for a month and instead post some standalone flash or poetry each week while I map out a framework for the rest of the story…but, now I’m back on a roll with it, I would hate to break the flow…

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      • Well, I don’t forsee any break in the supply of photo-prompts.
        I’ve scheduled an extra post for next week, for the Thursday, to celebrate the year round. It’s not intended as a prompt; it’s just a big thank you to all who’ve contributed. Though doubtless someone will take it as a prompt. No probs if they do


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