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Wrath of the God of Dance
I’m the God of Dance. Ridiculous? Ask the children of Hamelin. I can compel anything living to dance. I taught the snake charmers. I’m responsible for dancing bears, which I regret. Other gods mess around with lightning and thunder. Not me. What good are those powers on a clear day? I’m not vicious by immortal standards, but I am vengeful. Recently I’ve been listening to a lot of Beyonce. That woman gets it. When life gives you lemons, hit a fire hydrant with a baseball bat. Yesterday I was minding my own business, creating spontaneous flash mobs to rob people ...
The Blue Lady of Fallam Lake
She’s evil, she’s holy, she’s bad, she’s good, she’s a monster, she’s a hero… there are nearly as many descriptions of her as there are people who claim to have seen her. I’m talking, of course, about the Blue Lady of Fallam Lake. It’s said that she lives on the bottom of the lake, or maybe in a cave beneath the water where her hearth is warm and dry. How would that even work?I’m on day eleven of a fourteen-day assignment to try catch the Blue Lady on camera. It’s all a bunch of nonsense, of course, but that’s what they pay me to do. Despite the thick evergreen forest that surrounds the lawww.onedoor.ccke,...
Morgana
I am the whisper in the trees. The shadow in the night. I am a tale better left untold.A tail, better left unseen.Every mother has her demon. Her worst intention, hidden behind something sweet and fluffy. Something that she sets loose when dark deeds need to be done. And Mother Nature has me. I am that demon. I am that worst of intentions, the dark deed needed done. I am the one she sets free when nightmares don’t cut it. When people fail to heed her final warning. When there is no other way.I am the harrowing that follows in the path of vengeance.When the scale of balance is pushed too much a...
Lotte Hollow's List of Lies: a Lotte Hollow Story
LOTTE HOLLOW'S LIST OF LIES A list by Lotte Hollow, Witch-in-TrainingLie #10: The Time I told Billie Manchester I Was a VampireSelf-explanatory title. Billie Manchester was teasing me for being creepy and living in a dark, shady, tree-surrounded house where the plants bloomed toxic purple in the middle of winter, where the paint was peeling and black, where strange lights poured from the windows, where wispy-looking, transparent "ghost-girls" with soulless black eyes seemed to be spied every halloween, where the gnarled, eerie trees cradled the old mansion like elder witches around a newfound ...