
Her only hope was cascading away in a whimsy of words appearing upon the walls. This spell, the one she found in her great grandmother’s diary, the one she thought was only words of lore, now have meaning.
And, from her childhood, she recalled the eerie words of her grandmother who often talked of witchcraft and her own mother’s ability to deal with undesirables who came uninvited into her home. Even the small memory of her great grandfather, who she never knew, but who she had heard terrifying stories about began to make sense. He had disappeared without a trace.
Isabelle accepted this fate seeing her existence fading into light, like the spell read, but she maintained her composure and watched her very being subjugated into nothingness.
With her history, shouldn’t she have known better?
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Ha… You’d think so…
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Love the feeling of thos witchy tale. Sinister, yet the character Isabelle doesn’t seem to realize it.
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Naivete`… “They’re only words… Nothing is going to happen…” Poof!
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Oh my! That kept me on the edge of my seat! I want more!
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Ha… I’ll have to have a talk with my muse and see… Thanks!
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Well get to hoppin’ on that one! 😉
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Yes ma’am!
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I love this story!
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Thank you, Winnie!
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You’re welcome, Kevin!
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Tale of witches past, always a good read. Nicely done, Kevin. I really enjoyed this! 🙂
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Thank you, Dorinda! That means a lot coming from you! 😁
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My pleasure 😊
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Love it! 🤩
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Thank you!
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