The Witches code

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ss, fright and terror. The earth watches her own

mth of dry breath that filled the air. It was here that Richard enjoyed taking deep breath where he would patiently admire the warm embrace of the fallen sun and the sprinkling of men

is sweatpant and dark sunglasses; completely left with the feeling that a thousand eyes gazed at him from every distance in death Brook beach. Richard watched the sun depart from the sky

s mere imaginations but these imaginations apperared so true to him. His analogies weren't ever true to people as they perceived h

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d so shabby and her face all covered in moist clay. Her feet and hands were soaked in the blood of animals that she smelled of nothing but blood and dried sweats. It was now that her tongue was d

ure whether they were spiritual beings or even monsters all she desired keenly was the comfort. It was this that made her eyes beam with joy as she glanced across the cave feeling

an expression of fear in her eyes. Hera breathed heavily and eagerly trodding in darkness still on her weaker foot curious of what lived in the

rom the cradle with her left hands, the lamp light beamed on her face. A pentacle blazed on her breast. She was frightened by this, but knew internally that the child was spiritual and could lead her to e

powers. She had grown to become a demonic witch who transformed to many forms, until she finally decided she would choos

r Theresa I who was a witch, gave birth to her in the Witchcraft cave and dedicated her to the goddess. She was devoured, by the devil and hoped that anyone who would possibly find her daug

midnight, hooting tearfully in a thousand voices that echoed around the house which wasn't just considered a mirage, She had been coming and g

h her fairy wings. It was her destiny and couldn't be written off from the dark books of Hell. Richard had become a victim of their intiatio

grandson, Richard. She had initiated the poor child herself and had chosen to discard any amusing

lways walking around her room in the dark, combing for books in her 'Library of the Sorcerers' while she layed, with her eyes half-opened as though s

im light affirming that she hadn't woken up. She had come to admire his quest for magical powers through knowledge in the gothic

a black shoe with an old hand bag around his shoulder heading to the public library. He had made the library hi

out of tiredness, he would lay his back under a tree, gazing at people who walked under the sun, admiring the echo

did, as children who walked alongside wore strange faces, gazing at him, and wondering what sort of kid he was and why he had always chosen to dress so awk

they walked, slept and leapt making decicive choices when he was troubled. They occupied a larger room of his mind more whenever he closed his eyes, buried in sile

insist on admitting him to the psychiatrist even if he refused with mournful gesticulations. He too felt that the psychiatrist wouldn

nd his dreads becoming snakes that cut across different directions as they fell. Sometime

m reality.His teeths grew to become a sabre blade which he couldn't tame till they chew into

him, but he needed to wait for a long time to be discovered, probably in the face of danger. He couldn't dar

ad, the more he didn't see them as fiction but as sacred books. Somet

rong tie with his destiny which he personally could not identify with. Richard never knew that they had been a b

caresssing the book, saying some magical words he had learnt and waiting for something mythical to happen, but noth

uld press his forehead to the glass window at night looking thro

round him always sensed this strangely. It was all childhood and he associated all those crazy feelings wit

urs, He had been busy imagining in his head if he had ever seen them bodily as a child. It was a

alls; with thier frail hands printed on the wall and thier dying voices that reso

ght of the night. His mother would quickly rush into his room switching the table lamp and sitting closely beside him, as he shivered; narrowin

r occurred to Richard to think that he would ever be left alone to the horrors of this daunted house. Only his grandma knew the secret that held the strangeness of this house. Sh

warmness in his living room; he would see a mighty wind raising the white curtains briskly. The chandeliers swayed from s

leep had now become a luxury to Richard and anytime he found one, he slept out of time, unworried about what anyone would say. Fear had darkened his

by his parents which even hierarchically flowed from thier great grandparents; and would f

ever it was closed. And afterwards, he opened his eyes an

he garage but still, sensed no one. And after he entered immediately, the door was slammed against

smokes to the air and pouring a glass cup filled liquor through his dry throats. He enjoyed holidays and would spend it

d recollect memories. He had been working as a cop for many years and had had many cases to deal with particular

before, as the waters kept rippling, bloodred. The echoes of the waters became louder and louder; deafening his ears, as he pressed both ha

a bright light coming from the middle of the stormy sea creating a circular radiance.

was beautiful and her blonde hair that glimmered reached to the ground. Her fingers stoo

anyone like her and now he wondered how she knew his name. Except in dreams where he dined and wined with indigenes of the elusive world;

as strikingly beautiful and had the charms to the lustful eyes of men. Richard saw blood in her eyes, blood of breathless generations wasted in the flames of h

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haunt him, eloping with it's messenger to the flames of hell. The word 'hell' felt heavy in his head and in a swift, beads of sweats ran down his armpit.

terrifying narrative he couldn't explain to anyone, they wouldn't understand, and would perhaps, pe

ot sure if I'm going to hell, and

to her, but he was expectant of what would happen after wards. As he clinged tightly to her hands, a twirling red sparks of light encircled them