Flying Broomsticks Novels & Stories

No thunderclaps hovering the House of Lamentation, no bolts of lightning, and no darkness – it was as if for the first time, the Forsaken Land was welcomed by the entirety of the island. Fireworks kept on blooming in the cloudless azure sky. Witches on their broomsticks flew back and forth from the forest where their dormitories were located, leaving a trail of colorful fumes. And when the fumes from the broomsticks collided on the horizon, a kaleidoscope of pastel colors clashed like paint bombs and it was pleasing in the eyes. The pixies and the winged elves called fairies dived into the splashes of fumes with resonating giggles while their fairy specks of dust trailed behind them. The Amb

Clara loved it. In front of her was a picturesque collection of cozy-looking buildings with steepled roofs, a manicured lawn, and an ostentatious statue out front. But as she gawked, the carved marble figure kept moving around. Overhead, people flew around on a variety of objects including brooms, clouds, spherical air discs, and ornamental rugs. Some used their wings and didn’t mind exhausting their energy.

They went past Smart too, when he went down to his workshop. As for doors ... what could be easier than getting through keyholes riding those flying brooms. Keyholes for human beings, wizards or sceptics are normally used inserting a key to close and open the door. The kids were so tiny that the keyholes looked like really impressive arcades with enough room for an elephant to easily go through. Of course, an elephant after drinking that potion. So for the three broom flyers, there was no problem getting closer and closer to the place where Alexander headed them.

Something was happening. Kendrick shot out of his chair and shifted midway to his massive silver wolf, landing on his powerful paws. The door blew off its hinges as the wolf slammed into it with a loud roar. He growled threateningly at the sight he saw. Thousands of black witches. Flying like bats all over the sky on their brooms. Their evil cackling could be heard as they swooped down and flew back up with birdlike cries. While from beneath the ground, giant ugly trolls crawled out. Their bodies were covered with earth and grime, their yellow eyes bulging out of the sockets. They held giant clubs and roared at the wolves.

The broom vibrated every time; it cried, the tears came out of the stones, "Oh my god, this time she will hit and break my back. Hu Hu Hu, I dare to betray her again." As it cried, Hana sat on the broomstick, afraid that it was crying too much, and dropped her to the ground; reluctantly, Hana said, "Then you can follow me." It stopped crying but still rushed away but no longer trembled. And it seems to be considering whether Hana's offer is worth it. The broom that brought Hana to the palace was made of white stone. A whole towering castle appeared in Hana's eyes, which stunned her. Where else is this? Hana asked herself.

I shout as I exit the bar. "You're just going to leave like that?" Clylester questions as I start speaking in tongues. The broom in my grasp starts to float. I swiftly sit down upon it, clutching it tightly as I guide it up, far from the ground. I giggle. "Ofcourse not." I start to speak in tongues and the entire bar is set on fire. "Thought so." Cylester purrs as we fly through the sky on my broom.The cries of the burning wolves fades as we become distant. Feeling fire licking their skin must’ve forced them out of their paralyzation.