Writing Prompt

The witch of Caster Kingdom, Darcelle Sham. Her broomsticks turns into a bike once she lands, so anyone that that tries to steal it goes to the Linkton Island. The island of no remorse. Especially to those naughty King Kyen’s peasants.

Darcelle is brewing potions before her little Floof Parasite, Candice is what she named her, joins in. Floating around, letting out small and cute hiccups. It’s li...

"I will not give yerself, a sorry excuse fer a duster, any single mackrel, let alone one of my prized catches of today: yes, my first-rate, pacific sea bass."

The broomstick replied by angling itself crooked.

"Aye, even though you untagled my rod," the Red Angler responded.

Charlie went upright in dispute.

"And retrieved various oysters for breakfast," the seaman said and then ...

The wizard wandered into the tavern like the reaper, and everyone held their breath in fear of who he might choose to play.

“Ghost,” his cold voice emerged like the kraken from the hollow, dark pit of his chest, “sit.”

From underneath his blackened robes emerged the hellhound, the venom of the night, the infamous blight of the sun. A little dog, blonde in coat and soft and curly as a baby’s hea...

The forest is silent tonight; the only sound affecting my ears is the rustling of the trees against the wind. I have lived here long enough to realize that it is mostly quiet; no normal human dares to travel down such a disturbing trail that ends up in the middle of nowhere.

Inexplicably, I catch a blaring knock on the door. A scoff escapes me before I force myself to greet the irregular guest on...

Woke up early today, stretched languid on her pillow, and went to sleep again. Because well because I can silly goose. I got up when the morning sun delighted my whiskers. Big stretch. I sniffed the day. It smelt deliciously wicked.

I called for breakfast. Fortunately my mistress’ mate was available to attend to my needs. He seemed annoyed or worried or something. I never bothered to learn mal...

(satirical piece)

“Griselda the ugly.”

“Griselda the hellish demon.”

“Griselda the horrible.”

“Griselda the dummy.”

“Griselda the wretched.”

“Griselda the damned.”

“Griselda the monster!”

Those are just a few of the things people have called me over the years. Sure, I have a wart on my nose. I have black, beady eyes. I have old, veiny hands. I have thin, messy, gray hair. I have very pale, very ...

Malice filled Belamy’s chest, sneering as she curled her fingers and watched three souls wither across from her. Their bodies crumpled, falling into a heap on the creaky hut floor.

They had a deal with the witch, and she came to collect. 

Wisps of white light floated in the air before they were sealed in glass jars––now forever hers to do what she wished. Sometimes she ate them, sometimes she used...

“‘I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too!’ That’s what I said to her.”

“Cackled to her is more like it.”

The Wicked Witch turned at the voice. Her eyes were wide with ire, but they softened when she realized who the speaker was. “Oh, it’s you, Toto. Yes, you’re probably right. I probably did cackle at her.”

“Yes, but she was a spoiled child, wasn’t she.” The little talking dog l...

“Hehehehe,” cackled the witch. She was the sort of witch who rode a broomstick and had a black, pointed hat. You might assume she also had a black cat. This was not true. Our witch had a rabbit. It was fluffy, brown rabbit with an even fluffier, white tail.

“Oh, Posion,” said the witch in a grainy voice, “Will you please carry this message to the Prince of the North?” Posion nodded its head a...

Evil witch

Lelo and Stitch

Which is which

Stitch or the witch

Who is cute

Stitch and you

Don’t have a clue

The witch turned to glue

Then she flew

The witch knew

That Stitch is few

And very blue...