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Submitted to Contest #274
The night was alive with glimmers. Lily sat in the grass, her fingers sensing the gathering dew, mesmerized by the elegant dance of fireflies. They rose and fell in gentle arcs, their lights dimming and pulsing, filling the air like notes of a song that only she could hear. This forest was her refuge; she had spent her entire life here, alone except for the fireflies and the trees. And she intended to keep it that way. As she watched the flickering lights, she recalled her childhood—long summer evenings spent with her parents, chasing firefl...
Every witch has her secrets, but few hold them as closely as Brooke. A terrible night was when fate found her.At the edge of the village, where cobbled roads faded into the embrace of an untamed forest, there stood an old shop, held together by warped wood and overgrown ivy. Brooke Ashwood, a kind-hearted witch known in the village for her gentle spirit, had always steered clear of gossip, yet tales of the Trinket Talisman had reached her ears. Some say the shop calls those seeking its treasures. As Brooke approached, the flickering sign abo...
Submitted to Contest #272
Thema had always been a figure of whispered conversations and hushed warnings among the locals of the sleepy town of Windsor. She haunted a narrow stretch of Traveler Trail, a path through ancient woods that maneuvered parallel to a river. People had been reporting strange happenings on that road—disembodied voices, flickering lights, sudden chills, and most chilling of all, sightings of Thema herself—for as long as anyone could remember. What made Thema Mercer different from other ghost stories wasn’t just creepy experiences. She disp...
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