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One Magical Night
One chilly evening in Salem, Massachusetts, a strange traveler arrived. This traveler was unusual in several ways. For one, she was dressed in a black robe, had a large pointed hat for another. Her mode of transportation was a broom. She was a witch. Upon arriving in Salem, Misty, the witch touched the ground, pointed her finger at the broom, and it became invisible. "Now, let's see. I'm supposed to meet the other witches at the local Denny's. I'm about 15 minutes early. I will ask the next person I see." About three minutes later, Misty found a police officer exiting a second hand store. "Exc...
The secret witch! by D Holbourne
Wendy, Mary, Lisa, Juli and Lynda were best friends. They went to the same local school. Neither of them knew each the others' hidden identity except for Wendy. She was the most intelligent and also had magic powers. She could read minds of others. Wendy was a witch by nature but the others were interested in witches. On www.onedoor.ccone Halloween day Mary asked. 'Shall we go trick or treating tonight?' 'What a splendid idea!' said Wendy. 'Where can we meet up?' asked Lisa 'Can we meet at the sweet shop in town? That way we can get plenty of sweets if we went a little earlier before anyone else gets th...
A Dance of Swords
The air is hot and humid, just like it is every day in the Palace kitchen. The heat from the big stone oven on one of the corners of the kitchen only increases the temperature of a room crowded with people moving and chopping. The almost rhythmic thumps of vegetables being cut in wooden boards can be heard, accompanied by the singing voices of the people cutting them. Nina would be almost happy there, with her mother and sister and their singing, if she wasn’t so damn hot.Nina swipes her forehead with her arm to prevent the sweat from falling onto the carrots she’s chopping. She looks back an...
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I never really liked Halloween, to be honest. It’s not because of how scary or dangerous it could get. It’s about the lonesome feeling I would get, seeing everyone in my neighborhood be busy with their decorations, going out to be with friends, and with their trick-or-treating every year. My family didn’t really bond over those things, both my parents were busy around that time of year and as an only child… well there’s only so much I could do to keep myself entertained. However, that completely changed for the better in high school. I was able to make a group of friends in senior year and one...