Cauldron_Freed_Lord of Red Manor_Spellsy!®
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Cauldron
In Spring, Mother Earth begins her exhalation, breathing warmth and energy into all living things. Sap rises, leaves unfurl, flowers waft their sweet essence to tempt passing pollinators, mated pairs begin to rebuild their nests, jackets are left at home and shoulders are bared. In Summer, all is replete. Vines are heavy with fruit, grasses bend under the weight of their grains, spindly fawns prance and run, fledglings proudly soar, browned skin glistens with sweat. But at Samhain, Mother Earth begins to inhale, drawing all back to herself. Leaves dry and curl upon themselves, flutter to the g...
Freed
“Victoria, please.”“This is so stupid. And you know I hate it when you call me that.”“It’s really not. You just have to dig up my grave, burn my bones, and then I’ll be set free.”I stare at my dead sister’s ghost. This is, quite possibly, the worst birthday I've ever had. And that's saying something, seeing as she died on the last one.“And how the hell do you know that’ll work?”“I’ve seen it before.”“From where?”“Erwww.onedoor.cc…a T.V. show?”I glower. She rubs her neck. “You have got to be kidding me, Elise.”“What? It worked!”“Because it was fake, dumbass!”She scowls and jerks her head toward the grave sit...
Lord of Red Manor
The only reason why Rose still hid among the trees despite the fact that the soil smelled of dung was because she could see the well-dressed man approaching on his horse. All she could see was money she would take, not steal from him.“One, two,” she counted and signaled to the men. She let loose a scream and ran towards his coming horse, her attackers pursuing her. She fell the ground grateful that the horse jumped over her.She pry open one eye to watch expecting to see him on the floor badly beaten, but saw the attackers limping away. She sighed inwardly she just hoped they wouldn’t charge ...
Spellsy!®
On Halloween night, far into the forest primeval, past crumbling limestone tombs and gurgling black pools, greasy goblins and ghastly ghouls prepared excitedly for Spellsy!®—the largest (probably) annual spellcasting contest for nocturnal creatures who like to flex their creative enchanting muscles. As was their wont, three hideous witches gathered, muttering and murmuring their various and sundry complaints.“Fair is foul and foul is fair, but these Spellsy!® prompts are far too narrow for either,” griped Hurly Burly. “How do the Spellsy!® judges expect any originality in spellcasting this ye...