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I have learned to always stay hidden, not because I want to but because I have to. It's been fifteen years now. Fifteen long hard years spent on this island. Away from the dangers of the outside world.
I still can't help but think what life would be like if I wasn't born this way. If I was just normal like everyone else. My mom would always tell me there's always a choice. But in my case, I believe I had no choice.
My Dad always said I was special, but isn't that what all Dads would tell their kid. I had never felt special in any way. I was the same as everyone else. My childhood days were the best days of my life. Our town was quite small, so a handful of friends was more than enough.
But there will always be dark times. On this particular day my close friend Diana and I got into a fight. Till today I can't remember why. I yelled agreesively at her and told her to go to hell.
Those were my last words to her. I was told she didn't wake up the following morning. I couldn't help but blame myself, we had been very close prior to that fight, I cried for weeks. When I told my Dad what had happened, I was surprised by his reaction. He seemed worried and made me promise not to tell anyone.
As I grew older I noticed anything I wanted to happen became reality. I can't deny the fact that I abused my power but I never willingly hurt anyone.
By the time I was 16 I made the mistake of telling my boyfriend. He freaked out and told some of his friends. Before I knew it my secret was out. People started coming to me for help. And I did my best to help them all.
The king heard of what I was doing and called for me. He accused me of bewitching the people and warned me to stop or banish me. I did my best to stop but it just wasn't possible.
The king sent guards to arrest me. I spent three days in the cell before I was tried. I was charged with bewitching the towns people and was found guilty. "Burn the witch, burn the witch" a group of Men began shouting. It was then I knew I had to act. I looked at the chains I was bound with and they collapsed. I ran out as fast as my legs could carry me with the guards right behind me. I was able to displace them by using my power to enhance my speed. I ran to the border where I found a boat. It was that boat I used to get here.
Now I sit around keeping myself company. Baking cakes using the materials from the island, building houses for my imaginary friends, and just staying alive on this deserted island. Who knows what will happen next.
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Hopefully this lonely witch will soon come to terms with her gift and join the legion of witches that exist in the universe. It was an efficient piece of writing, with good imagery.Hello, @b0s
"But there will always be dark times. On this particular day my close friend Diana and I got into a fight. Till today I can't remember why. I yelled agreesively at her and told her to go to hell.
Those were my last words to her. I was told she didn't wake up the following morning..."
I'm sure she will find her place in this world.
We're glad you're commenting on your fellow writers.Thank you for posting this story of a lonely witch on @theinkwell, @b0s.
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Cool story. The power that sometimes is not only profitable, but becomes a nightmare. Can he make a potion that makes people believe he's not a witch? He-he.
Thanks for reading.
I didn't think of that. I'll ask her. 😂
Nice story. Sometimes we can’t let power consume us.
Very True. Thank you for reading
I always thought the consumption by power was unavoidable. If you use it, it affects you. The only way to negate its effects was not to wield it. That's just my opinion anyway.
I have never been in the position of power before, but I have always felt that there can be a balance.
I was actually waiting to see how the “cake” would fit into all of this and you did a lovely job. Good one b0s. 😅
Thanks
An amazing story where fiction is present and reminds me of something I read somewhere, maybe in the Bible, which says that the power of death and departure is in your mouth.
Im glad you liked it. I think the scripture you are referring to is proverbs 18:21
Oof, talk about despair. You did a marvelous job conveying the sense of hopelessness that your poor witch felt, and a foreboding inevitability permeates the entire store like a harbinger of impending doom. Sorry, I'm a bit verbose, but I really liked your story, I felt it in my bones. Great job @b0s!!!
No problem. Might have to pick up the dictionary, but that's not a problem. I'm glad you liked it
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That was so sad, she tried to help but they still wanted to kill her! There is a place for her somewhere :)
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I liked your story. It's sad but examines very well the conflict of having powers and the responsibility of having them. It's a shame it ended up lonely.
I'm glad you liked it. It doesn't always end lonely though.
Thanks