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Shatter part 5
I wake up and see frost on the floor. I had forgotten that the window was broken. But it was even colder when I realized that my shoes were missing "wiccan's don't need shoes" a boy's voice says. I stand up and turn around and a boy that looks older than me was standing by the wall, he had no frost under his bare feet at all. "Are you a wiccan" I say as I look around to find that Amanda was sleeping on the floor where I had left her. "Yes, but I can only do lots of things with one source" he says stepping in the frost as it turns into water. "You're a pyromancer" I shout as his smile grows (fire wizard) "you're acting like it's a bad thing, you have the same power just you have many more" he says walking closer. "I know you, your that wanted guy the uncle tried to arrest you, your Thomas Anderson" I say pointing at him.
"You're right. But that's because I liked his niece, now that you've killed him I can see her again" he finish's explaining. "She's mental and she is also a thaumaturge
Shatter part 4
I stand up and so does she my black dress had been torn for the magicks of anger. "Repair" I say snapping and a needle from one of the tables lifts along with a roll of black thread and it stitches my dress back together. "When my mum and dad was still alive they would tell me how the humans would save the day from the witch, I always thought they were evil until I met you. I'm glad you changed the picture for-" she stopped. She put her hands over her ears and tears came out of her eyes "shut up, leave me alone" she shouted and a shadow appeared "you called, miss. Lindsay" it asks "what's wrong with her" I ask and it looks at Amanda, the crying child on the floor.
"The spirits are trying to get out and they are torturing her so she will kill herself so they may escape" it explains.
"Can you help her" I ask as it shake its head no "we can't help, maybe summoning a nymph would help" it suggests. "Fine, you may leave" I say as it fades away "I can't do this without words, I can summon sha
Shatter part 3
Anger swarmed over me (fact: when wiccan's get angry they don't need a spell to do magicks) and I could feel energy in my vain's.
"You killed innocent people who use to live in this village and you almost killed your niece" I shout as he smiles "why do you care some much about people who use to live in this village, you don't know them" he says coming closer to me. "My father was in her head, you killed my father and my friends" I shout and his smile widens as the place starts shakes "what is this, you haven't chanted any spells, doesn't matter you can't kill me the village would turn on you" he says smiling as big as he can.
"What village" I say softly (she has no control over herself) "this village fell apart when your queen died, you went insane because of grief not because anger like everyone else thought" I say just a bit louder.
"How did you know, she just left that's all, she was so happy when she left" he mumbles "no she died, you saw it with your own eyes as her hand fell to
Shatter Part 2
"Amanda (That is the princess in-case you were wondering) do you want the people in your head to go way" I ask as she picks up a piece of glass from her lap.
"I don't have anyone inside my head, Lindsay" she responds throughing the shard of glass at me, it hit my leg and I fell, blood came out fast "Rivers Shall Flow Be Pure and crystalline, But red rivers must not they must be trapped inside my being, This river so red Must Be Stopped with a Golden Net, Stop the now, stop this bleed" I chanted in pain. The blood flowed backwards back into my leg and the shard floated out of my leg and dropped to the stone cold floor.
"Sorry,Lindsay but I thought you called me crazy, only my uncle is crazy" she said starting hum "twinkle, twinkle little star how I wonder what you are, up above the sky so high, like a diamond in the sky, twinkle, twinkle little star how I wonder what you are" she sang slowly.
"I didn't call you crazy but there is people inside your head, their population will grow bigg
Just a short story: Shatter
This world is a bit different than others you may see. This world belongs inside of a little girls head, these people were imprisoned in her head and created a population adding more life as time passes on.
We will visit the little girl, she lives with her insane uncle who does as he pleases she lives in a different world then your's, so don't be surprised.
Me and her are friends, I'm a Wiccan and she is a princess (not the Wiccan who cursed).
As I leave my house my mom catch's me before I take off "Lindsay, where are you going" she shouts. "Off to see the princess,for she is a lady in waiting" I respond and I take off. Running toward the big white castle.
"Shadows, nymphs spirits too, I seek your speed, so mote it be" I shout and suddenly my feet lift off the ground and spirits, shadows and nymphs helped me hand in hand.
When they disappeared I was here, the wall was big and all I had to do was snap. The bridge came down for me to cross and all was quiet, I can hear a soft singing "it
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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