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Stroking the black candle with the oil was the last step in her recipe. Marina recited with enthusiasm the incantation she knew so well. Night after night, she prayed the spell with all her heart, lighting the candle and weaving the spell. Reading from the same grimy grimoires she had read from, always.She was finished, she left the candle on the windowsill to burn down to nothing. when the light finally dimmed and died, the spell was successfully cast. Even now knowing in her heart, love spells can have disastrous outcomes. This knowing gav...
Submitted to Contest #81
Jessa could hardly contain her excitement as she rode on the number eighteen bus. She had travelled this route so many times with her summer friends when she was just a girl. A contented kind of nostalgia washed over her as the familiarity of the streets, sun washed as the last sun of the afternoon began to dim. It was a beautiful summer evening, like the kind in romance movies in Italy or Spain. A June day in high summer, just like the halcyon days of her childhood. Her linen dress was flowed softly over her slim fi...
Submitted to Contest #77
After a while, the damned pandemic just seemed to go on and on. It was the 20th of Jan 2021 and the grueling farm chores seemed endless. Feeding the horses and chickens, cleaning everything up was unceasing, like laundry or dishes.After a couple of whopping prairie schooners, the snow was deep and crisp underfoot. Only on the coldest days does the snow squeak and squawk as your boots push through the crust while the sundogs dance in celestial stars of frosty, dusty illumination. Blinded by the brilliant, glacial sun circles. Their light is ...
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