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I'm writing this story right now, so I don't know how long it'll take for me to get the whole thing up. It'a about a teenage witch in olden times with a lot to discover about her family and herself.
I opened my eyes. A familiar scene came into focus. Black, crumbling rosebushes that looked like they were made of charcoal were strewn across the terrain. The ashes littering the ground suggested that a fire had reduced the surrounding area to a barren wasteland. What trees remained were almost devoid of life. There wasn’t any green for miles. Almost everything was dead. It started to rain and I felt a pang of sorrow.
I walked down the tired cobblestone path I knew so well. It seemed like the stones flinched away from me as I passed, or perhaps I had only worn them a little smoother on each of my numerous visits. The only living things I noticed were the birds who sat silently in terror, as if I was a hideous monster that would attack them at any moment.
Wandering off the path, I felt the grass part under my feet with every step I took. I knew where I was going, and I knew I couldn’t escape it. My heart beat faster and faster.
Right on schedule. The light drizzle became a heavy storm. I had been here often enough to know what was going to happen next. Thunder roared angrily at me and lightening flashed as if daring me to run.
I covered my ears and ran as fast as I could. But there was no way to escape the storm, no way to escape the madness that would follow.
A huge bolt of lightening struck the ground only yards away from where I was standing. The thunder echoed in my ears and they rang with pain. The bolt had sent taunting flames to dance around me. I staggered back trying to get a hold of myself. The flames were closing in. Stop! Please! The flames only snickered as they crept closer still…
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