I watched as my kitchen descended into chaos, the ingredients I had been handling had taken on a life of their own. Bread was flipping itself end over end, somehow climbing up benches and walls before flinging itself off the counters or cabinets that framed the small room. Butter would clump up and suddenly launch itself at flat surfaces, leaving a distinct splatter mark wherever it hit and countless vegetables were rolling around on the floor. 

It all started with what I thought was a great idea. I mean what could go wrong with a little spell? Channelling the magic of this world wasn’t very difficult once you knew how to find it and I was learning quickly, each small experiment had gone off without a hitch. Only now did I realise that I may have gotten a little cocky. A simple come-to-life spell like I would cast on a broom and direct it with my thoughts, instructing the ingredients to form in a simple pattern and presto, a sandwich ready to eat and I wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

But fate can be a fickle mistress and I truly realise that now as I dodge a glob of butter that would have splattered all over my face. I pulled on the magic of the world again, trying to suck out the come-to-life spell and channel it’s power back through my body. As an aura began swirling around my fingers it fizzled out, my spell failing and my kitchen continued to revel in its chaos. A leaf of lettuce shuffled across the counter slowly and so I moved to grab it, crushing it as my hand slammed down.

When I moved my hand away it continued, slower than before but still very obviously moving. With an angry grunt I opened my pantry, pulling out a garbage bag and closing it behind me as I turned to face my kitchen again. Swiftly I grabbed the lettuce leaf I had already slowed down, dumping it in the black plastic bag before looking for a new target. I spied a single piece of bread climbing the wall above my sink and lunged, my hand falling short as it dropped its purchase on my black and white tiled walls. When it landed in the sink however it immediately stopped moving for a moment, allowing me to easily snatch it up and add it to the garbage bag.

An hour past as I fought with the ingredients over control of my kitchen, each one eventually succumbing to my anger fueled search. The bag was rustling and twitching in my hand now, so full was it with the living bread and vegetables that I had gathered inside that I wondered how I had gotten myself into such a stupid mess to begin with.

The last piece of bread was soon collected, it had been hiding itself on top of the cabinets on my walls and with it I dropped to the floor and sighed. Quickly I tied the top of the bag, sealing it in case one of those tricky ingredients tried to escape its plastic prison. I sat there for what may as well have been hours, replaying the same thought through my mind.

[i]Don’t fuck around with magic.[/i]