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“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

* Friday. Here again at this time of night with these same noisy, drunken fools

One day I was watching the local high school and I saw this goth girl, no older than 15 wearing the smallest skirt I ever saw that didn't reveal anything. She wasn't the hottest girl there but she was close. She had black hair shoulder length, brown eyes, about 5'2 and nice tits

The Redhead From Woolworth The Year was 2001, I had Graduated High School had a Great summer and it was fall, In fact just two days away was Halloween. My friends and I were getting ready for the holiday getting all of our best pranks out

Solomon's Daughters: Galina's Chapter Anthony woke with Mina pressed back into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around her. Looking around the room in confusion he tried to remember how he had gotten here

Spike slammed his locker shut, somehow more furious than exhausted. Fucking asshole! He thrust his arms through the straps of his worn backpack and marched out of the dingy locker room

This is my first story and i have to admit i dont have good punctiation but my grammer is correct and spelling this is one of my fantasys in life but always to scared to write about it heres how it would would go

Mystress Patience Assail: Part 2 The Embrace So here we are. I am continuing the dirty little story of my life and my unlife. Up till this point, I have shared with you how I was breed into the person I was at that time. Perfect white breeding mare so to speak

I loved the cemetery. Something about it seemed peaceful. Quiet. The perfect place to be. Especially when skipping school. It was a Friday; the first warm day in months and I couldn't spend it at a desk listening to teachers drone about useless information. So I played sick

“Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, We daren't go a-hunting, for fear of little men.” -William Allingham, “The Fairies” *** “I want to dance with the hill people at night,” Flora said, standing on a chair and looking out the window. Megan looked with her

BELLATRIX'S PLAYTIME Bellatrix Lestange placed the dirty plate and cutlery she had just used into the sink and turned to face her nephew Draco who was sitting at the dinner table finishing his meal

I slipped the note into my skirt pocket and sighed. Alfie, Narae, and Modie all sat with us. I put my head in my hands and started to think who could've possibly written the note. "What's up with her?" Narae asked. I heard Vladimir shush her

•The next morning…• I woke up to someone tickling me.Or at least, trying.I'm not very ticklish.I opened my eyes just a little bit.I saw Rory.Bastard was the first thought that came into my head.I punched him without looking.My fist connected his jaw

Mia went directly into her room slamming the door shut as her father roared at her. "Go to bed!" he screamed bashing the door once. She went to the mirror and stared at herself, her eyes moistened, her mascara leaking down her pale face. Her face was once extremely pretty