Growing up isn’t easy… “I am innocent to a witch. I know not what a witch is.” “How do you know, then, that you are not one?” -Examination of Bridget Bishop, Salem Village, April 19, 1692 *** “Abbie Hobbs is a witch,” Ruth said. Phoebe was standing with her locker open, brushing her hair. She
Catching and taming a Snow Angel by Precious1
My first story was a true story and was on the sweet side but I promised to write about one of my recurring fantasies so here it is. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. I woke up late missing my cup of morning coffee and more importantly the weather report. They
The Wicked Witch
Charlie threw himself to the edge of his neighbour’s bushes, avoiding a group of unconvincing Avengers and ghouls as they raced by, leaving behind a trail of candy as they bandied across the sidewalk as fast as their legs would carry them. He smiled nostalgically, remembering a time not too long ago when he would