Old Salem_This New World Has No Place For Old Gods_Just One More Smile_Moon Watch
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Old Salem
They were the real witches of Old Salem.Thousands of innocent girls had been burned, drowned, or stoned in their place, accused of being possessed by the devil. All the while, the guilty hid in plain sight. As carefree children, giggling and skipping wherever they went. Only one night a year could they drop the facade and assume their cursed identity.This afternoon, the shining smile on Iris’s face almost felt real. As she walked through town, cheerfully waving at neighbors, her thoughts drifted off. To tonight, when all young witches of Salem would gather in the middle of the forest for their...
This New World Has No Place For Old Gods
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Eros would probably find himself scattered across the cosmos before he could blink if he ever dared to mention to anyone outside this room that Azrael – the Archangel of Death himself – was whining. Although, that said, his death would prove his point, and leave Az fewww.onedoor.cceling particularly disgruntled—which was always an amusing thing to witness. Not that Eros would be there to see it, of course; or at least, he wouldn’t for the first eight days or so. “Even a God would be a fool to challenge Death,” he pointed out, eyeing Azrael as he sat...
Just One More Smile
“Joshua! It’s time for your meal!”I dart towards the kitchen. From my bed, through the corridor and under the legs of my table and sit down eagerly at my bowl. I wag my tail as Elijah pours some dog food out for me. I was hungry, I’m sure Elijah was too, but he barely ever ate nowadays. I don’t know why he did so.As I gobbled my bowl hungrily, Elijah caressed my left hind leg, the metal was still perfectly intact – ‘Fine German Engineering’ as they call it and it felt perfectly normal. I could have forgotten my leg was ever flesh and bone. Once I finished my meal, Elijah took me in his arms an...
Moon Watch
“Why do you wear a man’s watch?” I asked my grandmother as she tucked me into bed. She placed my Blankie next to me and my three-year-old fist curled around it. “So that I can tell you when you need to go to bed,” she replied. “She doesn’t care when you go to bed,” said my grandfather, pulling the covers over my head and tickling me through the quilt that his mother had made, long ago. My grandmother laughs and ushers him out, and flicks off the light behind her. “Goodnight, honey,” “Goodnight, Meemee,” I say quietly.I fiddled with Blankie’s nose, and I thought of the moon, which looked so si...