Saturday, October 13, 2012
This is just a cute children's story that came to me five minutes ago that I thought I would share just for fun. :) I am used to writing poems and not stories but I hope you enjoy! :)
Unwanted, sitting silently still upon a crooked little hill, sits a house, the size of a mansion, perhaps haunted, if you will. Chills inch up the spine from just a glance and all the children appear to dance, though they're just shaken and terrified. Rumors abound that images of ghosts are around, popping in and out of windows. Rumors pass and rumors go and the rumors this year are that a witch has set her sails into town. Mothers reassure their children that witches aren't real, that is until, a giant cauldron stumbles down the hill. Not black is it, but gray and round. Shrieks echo through the neighborhoods, but it's the moment she appears that the shadows of their hearts burst out of their chests, feeling faint, paralyzed and can't make a sound. Their eyes are bulging out and they wonder who she is, if only they could catch their breath to ask.
Black and thick is her hair, though a little gray peeks through. To learn more,
I guess you'll just have to read part 2!