21/5/2026
My goal was to write using figurtive language.
The Wizard And The Jars.
“Where is it? It must be here somewhere.” The old man muttered to himself. He was sorting through the assortment of colourful glass jars that were strapped around his body.
“Ah, perfect. Just what I need,” he said. He had unhooked a jar of swirling dark blue liquid. The liquid swirled and moved in the jar, it was like the inky swirls of the galaxy. The man continued searching through the jars, looking through the ones hooked on his back. The jars were all hanging from small metal hooks that were sticking out of his leather tunic.
“Ah ha! Finally! The last piece of the puzzle.” He exclaimed. In his hand he held a tall metal jar filled with fat, golden worms.
The old man walked over to a hard, metal bowl. Adjusting his thick leather hat, he carefully placed the jars he had picked onto a worn, wooden table that was as big as a log. The table already held an assortment of colourful jars.
The strange old man uncorked the jars and chanted a few words, before pulling on thick, sturdy gloves. He stood up taller and took a pinch out of one of the jars, sprinkling it into the metal bowl. Suddenly he started chanting, taking pinches out of the different jars. The powders and objects from the jars started swirling together, making a shape in the bowl. The old man gasped, seemingly surprised his experiment actually worked. The shape grew and expanded as the man added more and more ingredients. Finally the man had run out of jars and the swirling had stopped, leaving behind a shimmering green object in the metal bowl.
The man smiled, the smile stretching from one ear to the other. He picked up the object and grinned wickedly. Now he could finally seek revenge on his nemesis.