Magician's wand.

Two stories in one night, meaning I woke up randomly.

As a boy Sean didn't have many friends, so he played in his big backyard which he imagined was a giant magical kingdom. He'd run around with a magician's wand, being the king's wizard. Sean would cast spells that would deem quite amazing for a nine year old to think of. He wrote down the spells as he thought of them in a small notebook he called his magic work journal.

When Sean turned fourteen and went to high school, putting the wand and journal away. He gained a lot of friends. Started acting. He completely forgot about the magical kingdom.

Sean was cleaning out his room when he discovered the wand again, it was an odd sight for him because he barely remembered it. He took it, finding the journal. Sean looked at his handwriting then and laughed. He walked out of his room and to his backyard. Sean muttered a spell and the wand activated, a bright blue and pink firework erupted from it. "HOLY SHIT!"

He looked at the small journal, and looked around. Sean had discovered that his imagination could manifest into a true form.


Forever, Mister Owl