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Love to a Witch
Setting Medieval Dark Ages 1584 Aiden Price @a.pricey Her eyes sparkled as the evening sun kissed her face while she wept in agony. She was clawed at, held vigorously in the grasp of the sea of petrified civilians. Her screams were ear-piercing, causing the harmonious choir of the birds to halt. The atmosphere was grim as dreary people swarmed, their chants growing in intensity. The repulsive stench filled her lungs, she could taste the approaching death. The jagged narrow blade was unsheathed. The roar of the crowd fell silent and transformed into a deep inhale. The adrenaline pumped through his veins, in desperation and torment, the constraints preventing him from protecting his world. Glares of disgust caught his attention; the crowd had no remorse or sympathy. Instead they whispered and snarled under their breath “Witch Lover”. The knife was held high in the air, time slowed, before a strike penetrated her chest causing drops of blood to ooze and seep into the puddles in the mud. His stomach curled as he aggressively threw up, her eyes closed gracefully as she collapsed into the mud. She had been slaughtered like an animal as that is how they saw her, it was their way of comfort accusing someone for this infectious, lethal disease. She was marked a witch.
By Aiden Price5 years ago in Fiction
Space Technology
He clenched the heart shaped locket that once belonged to his sister. He wore it around his neck as a reminder. A reminder that his dream job killed his entire family, but it wasn’t just his family’s blood on his hands. He remembers the look on his sister’s face, the screams of innocent people, and the anger that he felt.
By Heather Skelton5 years ago in Fiction
How I Stopped Stealing
When I was about 7 or so and growing up in Brooklyn in the mid-60s, I had a neighbor named Andy who lived down the block and who was about 10 months older than me. At that age, 10 months made a huge difference. It was almost a year. So, to Andy, I was just a "kid".
By Reid Moore5 years ago in Fiction
This Is Eliziner Lane
A small beam of sunlight seeps into a dusty room through the broken window as a soft breeze blows a loose wisp of hair across Reine's cheek. She starts to rouse as the air horn sounds in the distance. She begins rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake up fully as she sits up. Sounds of other Seekers waking up fills the air. Everyone fold up their bed mats and blankets to put away.
By Samirra Elsaieh5 years ago in Fiction
A Marked One's Dream
***Warning: This piece of science fiction may be a trigger if you have experienced severe bullying or sexual violence*** Walking along the lake shore she had found the water snake, suspended, undulating with the gentle waves. Her scales -- was she a she? She really didn't have any way of knowing, but in her mind, there was a tenderness that said so -- her scales glistened a wet silver that she might have wished upon her own skin had she known the language. She lifted the snake from the water, slowly, unsure of how the creature would hold the weight of her meter's length in open air.
By Emma Scott Lavin5 years ago in Fiction
Akiko And The Kasa-Obake
Akiko was seven years old when his Ojiisan and Obaasan (grandfather and grandmother) came from Tokyo to live with him and his parents in San Fransisco. Akiko was a rather shy child and had never met his grandparents before, so having these foreign strangers suddenly living in his home was rather difficult from the start.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Fiction
