Time in her hands

Stacy heard a knock at her door sat up in bed. She pushed her red hair out of her face and took a look at her phone. 7:13am was on display. She didn’t need to get up for a few more hours, and seeing this caused her to moan and fall back into the bed. She tossed the covers off her body, and stepped out of bed. She was already wearing a bit T-shirt to bed, and she quick found some shorts to slip into. She stepped out of her room and walked over to her apartment door. Upon opening it she saw no one, but the door had knocked over a small package neatly wrapped in plain brown paper.

Her eyes widened realizing what had arrived and she quickly grabbed the package and took it inside. She ran to her bed and jumped on quickly opening up the package to reveal a small leather bound journal. When she opened the journal, inside was multiple illustrations with notes written in every blank space there would have been, all hand written. Stacy was a collector of all things occult, and strange, and this journal that she had ordered a few months back seemed it would be legitimate. Each page had detailed illustrations on various spells and chants to try out, and Stacy wanted to try them all. She was going to start simple, maybe a spell to move small objects or create small sources of light, but the one page caught her eye. At the very top it had the words “time control” written out, but with the word control crossed out, and freeze written underneath. She grabbed a marker and carefully studied the symbols on the page, copying them perfectly onto her hand. There was a small phrase written on the bottom of the page, as well as instructions about snapping. Stacy whispered the phrase into the palm of her hand and waited…

At first, she thought that she must have said something wrong, and she quick re-read the page. As she looked back at her hand though, she saw the symbol fading away, as if sinking into her hand. She watched it get lighter and lighter until it was hardly visible at all. Had it worked? What should she do now?

Stacy quick grabbed the journal and tossed it into the air. Snapping her fingers she watched at the journal paused, and stayed there, floating in the air. She smiled, and then laughed out loud to her self. “I’m a genius.” She said out loud to herself. She snapped her fingers again, and the book came down, landing on the bed. She had a smile across her face that should could not get rid of. The possibilities of her new found ability were practically endless, so the question now was, what should she do?