For My Next Trick Novels & Stories

I was too young at that point to understand what had happened but I was not too young to try this trick again. When it came to competing I had an innate focus that allowed me to hit rountine after routine without appearing nervous. My peers through I was just too stupid to be scared, but if the truth be told, I just didn't care what the judges thought. I knew I was good, and my routines were solid. The rest was just mental. I decided it was time to try my little trick again.

I want tо lеt out a уеll оf ѕuссеѕѕ but I’m too ѕсаrеd I’ll be саught. I ԛuіеtlу ѕlіdе оff the сuff and rub at mу wrіѕt. I’m frее! Thе next ѕtер іѕ getting оut оf hеrе. I try tо stand uр and іmmеdіаtеlу crash bасk into the mattress in sickening dіzzіnеѕѕ.

I had gone to a party that evening. It was the first time I was going to a club instead of my tub. I wanted to dance out the pain in my head. I wanted to drink the voices in my head off. They say alcohol relieves you, and I wanted to try it out today. I got to the party and went to the bar man to get a glass of alcohol. I sat contemplating whether to drink it or not. After some minutes, I picked up the glass, emptying the glass with one gulp.

I'm surprised this little shit knows about the probation deal. "If you're done, you can leave. I'll let him know you showed up. Is there a name I need to give him?" I pick at my nails, acting like I don't care. I don't, because there's nothing I've seen, nothing that remotely even supports the venom coming out of his mouth. It's pretty obvious, at least from someone who's been alone a long time, that Trick's been alone too. "G. You can remember it and scream it when he's making you come."

I really need to stay in control of myself. “What kind of tricks should I do for you?” I asked as he watched me with amusement. “You want me to juggle? I can juggle with rocks and then if you ‘boo’ me, I’ll throw them at you.” I quipped sassily. He laughed harder while I shook my head.

Which, by the way, I believe she is - not a shifter but a human. If she was a shifter, she’d know I can hear every backwards comment she mutters under her breath and wouldn’t risk saying anything out of place. “A magic trick?” She echoes and straightens up, stepping closer to the point she’s making me uncomfortable. “Show me your magic trick then,” she says loudly and whispers under her breath, “freak.” I grin, fiddle with my hands and flip her off, grinning even wider. “Uncle Lenox taught me this one. Cool isn’t it?”

I've been repeating this music and tricks for almost one hour. I want to make it perfect and achieve the view of tricks, I wanna see when I’m performing, the angles of my feet, my hair, my arms and my face. I want everything to be as perfect as I imagine. “I lost my mind…'' I whisper while panting and keep holding the pole and lift my feet upside down. I did the last trick but, “Ouch!” ended up falling on the floor, I exhales before I lay on the rag and put my arms above my eyes. I felt so unsatisfied on what I did, I need to perfect that move.

"I'm bored of punching you." I flicked my wrist. The energy shot forward, slamming into the ground where he'd stood a moment ago. He moved fast, vanishing into mist—a smoky blur that coiled around me like a serpent. The audience gasped again. Even I paused, momentarily impressed. "Oh," I breathed, turning slowly in place. "You didn't mention that little trick." I'd thought I was the only one that could do that. His voice came from everywhere. "Didn't think I needed to."

I don't know what he is up to, so I decide to keep it that way. I cover my mouth, pretending to swallow the pill, but actually hold it in my palm. It's a magic trick I saw online and found amusing. I've been practicing it and never expected it to come in handy one day! The man produces a triumphant smile. Obviously, he didn't notice my trick. Pretending to feel a bit dizzy, I lean weakly against the bed with my eyes fixed on the distant wall, trying not to blink. Thinking the medicine has taken effect, the man quickly approaches me.