The Safe Place_A LITTLE TRIP_Fire on Fire_The Witches Familiar
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The Safe Place
The man sat on a horse beneath the great oak tree. His wrists were raw from their bonds, and the rope that would be his end tickled his neck. A large crowd had gathered to watch him meet his fate. He held his head high as the executioner aimed the crossbow, then fired, startling the horse into action. Many in the crowd gasped as the rope pulled tight on the man beneath the tree.* * *Roran ran as fast as his eight-year-old legs would carry him. He ran until he was sure no one would see him cry, unaware that he was crossing onto Lord Bramble’s land. Then, with his back against a sturdy oak tree...
A LITTLE TRIP
The lady with the bright blue hat looked on as her speckled cat was swatting at the firefly as it went trapesing by. She then spied a spider whose bottom half was wider, with a hangman's noose beside her, attempt to end it all. Her puppy wouldn't have it, but as he tried to grab it, a caterpillar stabbed it so it could watch her fall. The lady thought it tragic, the speckled cat cried, Magic! The puppy pawed a maggot to forget about it all.The parachute won't open, the elephant had spoken, the latch inside was broken, the monkey did it all. His mother cried for mercy, but the lion king was thi...
Fire on Fire
Myra “No”, my brain didn’t want to accept what my eyes were seeing. Screams of terror surrounded me as panicked people started rushing to the safety of the garden that surrounded the beautiful pack house. The fire was spreading but I was rooted to the spot, my legs refused to move. This could not be happening on my first visit to my mate’s house. I knew what was going to happen next. “She did it”. “This was bound to happen with her around”. “What were you expecting when you let this vile creature in your home?” “Kill the witch, burn her with the house”. And they didn’t know the half of it yet....
The Witches Familiar
The eyeballs in a jar were staring at her. She just knew they were. It was making it hard to concentrate. “Pst, Pheobe. Your potion is boiling over.” The urgent whisper came from Charlie, the red-haired golden child sitting at the desk beside Pheobes’. “Oh shivers!” Pheobe looked around in a panic. The items on her desk all seemed to blur together, nothing looked at all useful. A black streak darted across Pheobes’ peripheral vision and up onto her desk. Eldon, her cat, helpfully jumped up on the table with a wooden spoon held in his jaws. Pheobe grabbed the spoon with a grateful nod to Eldo...