A great writer once told me, that to keep your writing and your ideas fresh, you need to step away from your current stories or books and write something random and new. It gives you a breather between the good stuff. So I wrote this. Hope you like it.
One quick note, I don't intend to carry on this story, unless it does well and you all like it. I will admit, this story has the potential to go anywhere, but I have a lot to complete already.
Thank you for my edits
AirSearch1
, you've been great. Even with the tremendous amount on your plate at the moment.
The Spellbound Medallion
Magic is often thought of as a theatrical showcase of explosive power and colourful renditions based on the mysterious or supernatural. But in reality, magic is not as dramatic as one might hope. While it may be real, it isn't usually something you can see.
Think for a second on Luck. Many believe that luck is random, and distributed among a select few through sheer chance. When in actual fact, it is precise and can be manipulated. If you know what you're doing.
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Jacob is a young man at the age of twenty five. He has short light brown hair, average build and is considered on the taller side at six foot two. He still lives with his parents and younger sister, Clara. Not by choice of course. It just so happens that they live in an area that wasn't known for cheap properties.
Jacob and Clara have both attempted to move out on several occasions, but neither could afford it separately. And neither had been in a relationship that lasted for longer than a few months. So that was off the table. It also didn't help that the paying jobs close to home were barely above minimum wage.
One afternoon Clara came charging into Jacob's room like a woman on a mission. She threw the door open, strutted her curvy self into the room and stood directly next to her brother's bed, where he laid flat on his back with headphones on and his eyes closed.
"Jacob... Jacob!" No response. She leaned down and grabbed at his shoulder to shake him. Being this close she was able to hear the music clear as day through the headpiece. "JACOB!" She shouted as she shook her brother.
"F-fuck!!!" Jacob's eyes shot open in a fright. His focus immediately drawn to the silhouette over him. Seemingly hunched over his bed with chest protruding out to him.
His very first thought was that he was dreaming, and some busty babe had tackled him to the floor in preparation for a full night of love making, but as the daydream faded into reality, he found that it was just his sister.
"Oh... It's just you. Don't you know how to knock? What's up?" Said Jacob as he closed his eyes again.
Clara immediately scowled and pulled his headphones up and off his head.
"Hey! What the hell?" Now with his full, undivided attention, Jacob sat upright and looked at his sister.
"What do you mean 'just you'? Why don't you show a little respect to your only sister?"
Jacob looked at Clara as if she has just said something crazy. To which she smirked and then followed up with an eye roll.
"Fine, whatever. I have something to show you. Come on..." Clara spun around and waltzed out the door.
Against Jacob's better judgement, he followed his sister while stealing a few quick glances down to her bubble butt. She often wore leggings which outlined her lower half with mouth-watering detail. He didn't like to look, but sometimes it was impossible not to.
Jacob wasn't attracted to his sister, at least not in the traditional sense. He knew she was attractive, more so than your run of the mill crush, but she was his sister first and foremost. However, that didn't stop the occasional glance at her voluptuous breasts or daydream of her doing something scandalous.
Clara was twenty-two years old with long dark blonde hair. It was always in a ponytail, save for the times she bathed. She was five foot six, had a very slim waist with a large pair of breasts and an ass that would snap most men's necks as they turned to watch her walk away.
He followed Clara all the way to the kitchen with little to no explanation as to why. Clara reached the table at the centre of the room where a newspaper laid out across the surface.
"You see that? What do you think?"
Jacob looked down onto the page to read the newspaper. "Second time local goat escapes farm?" He looked at Clara with scepticism. "I mean, he's a clever goat?"
"What? No, not the goat you idiot. The house..."
Jacob looked again to find a small detached house for rent a short while from their current home. There were no pictures, but from the description, it had two bedrooms, a bathroom with a shower and bath, a small garden and parking for at least one car. However, it was still out of budget.
"Umm, yeah sis, it sounds great, but I still can't afford that. And neither can you I'm guessing?"
"No, that's true, but it's the first time I've seen a house that ideal for rent that's actually feasible." Clara had green eyes that seemed to beam excitement towards her older brother.
"Are you high? If I can't afford that, how are you supposed to? I earn more than you remember?"
"True. Neither of us could afford it... alone..." Clara let her words hang in the air for a moment.
The sudden realisation hit Jacob like a tonne of bricks. "A-are you out of your mind? Why on earth would you think this is a good idea?"
"Why not? Don't you want to get out of this... hell hole?" Clara looked around the room as she spoke.
"Well, yeah. Of course, but living together? Isn't that a bit weird?"
"It's exactly what we're doing now isn't it? Just without our parents around. More freedom. More privacy. We can keep to ourselves and separate the house to some degree, if you would prefer?"
Jacob took a second to give it some actual thought. He didn't like the idea at first. Living with his sister? What would happen when she brought a boy home, or vice versa and he brought a girl home? But then again, their parents are pretty strict and won't allow that sort of behaviour now anyway.
"Okay..."
"Okay?" Clara asked.
"Okay I'll think about it."
Clara squealed with excitement and hugged her brother. Jacob tried not to enjoy the feeling of his sister's chest on his, but failed miserably. Since the break up of his last relationship, in which they had a very explicit coupling, all he's been able to think about was sex.
A few hours later Jacob got a fierce yelling from his father about being a lazy good for nothing. He wasn't an abusive father, at least not physically, but he was the type of man that would always remind Jacob of how he doesn't work as hard as him. Which quickly got old in the short time he had been an adult. Jacob told himself that this was the last time, and made his mind up on the house for rent.
Four weeks later, Jacob and his sister moved into their new home. Somehow they managed to be first in line for the rental, and with little to no issue, it was all confirmed. Two of Jacob's friends and one of Clara's helped with the move, which was very much appreciated as their parents both said they wouldn't help at all, even if they were in trouble financially. Although they did sign all appropriate paperwork which contradicted that. Jacob just assumed his parents really wanted them gone.
After several hours of moving their stuff into the house, the siblings and their friends relaxed in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. They didn't have much furniture at this point. A second hand table and chairs, their own beds, bedside tables and a few chest of drawers. Most of their belongings were actually bedroom furniture.
