Moleskine Pages- Magic

He'd lick her feet to activate the magic. She kept herself hovering above the ground...trying to escape her shell before it smashed to pieces. Her magic was of the mundane kind usually seen at children's parties. No one told her she was crap, no one told her she was good.

Moleskine Pages - Vacillation And Sweat

'Evil fought a lesser evil for control of her soul. Deep down she knew she would succumb. She reeked of vacillation and sweat.'