OSR and Flash Fiction
Today I wrote flash fiction about the second level magic user spell, locate object. *** Shakey Cat was an old conjurer, a magic user of sorts, who hung-out with rangers around the lake. He spent most of his time in camp, reading books and trying to figure out the maps. Late one afternoon, he was strolling behind a second lake and noticed he'd lost his knife, a good one with an elkhorn haft and silvered blade. Good thing , he thought, I have my locate object spell . Shakey circled his left hand and threw the spell for searching. Ninety feet of lakeside crammed inside his head. His eyes almost popped out. By the time he could walk again, the spell kicked-in. What stood out most was a heavy fish that sliced the water’s surface. He went ahead, jumped in, and swam to a pile of rocks, sort of like an island. He searched but didn't see the silvered knife. Earlier that week he’d read a ranger’s note about bull turtles that loved this lake, so he worried about his toes and fingers. M...