Writing Prompt

The Godessess worked in her favour. As everyone else preached of other religions, Kameka knew better. Her and her husband, Alejandro, kept close together. They understood the power of the Divine Goddesses.

“My love..” Yet, her husband exaggerated their danger. “For if anyone realizes you have intelligence, they’ll have you burnt at the stake. You can’t risk such things..”

He tightened her corse...

I don’t know how I got here. In this jail cell. I suppose it was because of my strange house decor. That could possibly be the answer. Or maybe because I don’t go to church. Either way, it doesn’t change that I was accused of being a witch. Witches don’t exist. Unlike sirens. Or werewolves. And vampires. Okay, maybe they do exist. But they have gone unnoticed. Like my species.

I am a valecodor. It...

Agnes does not even flinch when the verdict is read back to her.  

Cold raindrops pour down her narrow face, yet her eyes never once blink.  She makes sure they remain steady on the horizon even as her hands are bound so tight behind her back, the rope digs into the pale skin of her wrists and her fingers begin to prickle and go numb. After all, her mother always told her never to let the others...

_Humans, such unimaginative creatures. I will give a few of them credit, they could smell my otherworldliness. My last victim, as I went in for my kill, I could hear the hairs on his his arms stand up, sweat trickled slowly down his neck. He knew I wasn’t who I appeared to be, but never in a million years would he have guessed my true form. I enjoyed my meal, but as luck would have it, someone saw...

I felt the grass beneath my bare feet as the soft breeze drifted through my ginger locks. Then, my father called me in.

I gazed across the endless expanse of the White House lawn, the setting sun casting long, golden shadows. It was a rare moment of peace in the chaos that had engulfed our lives. Just as I was about to lie down and let the serenity wash over me, my father's voice echoed from the ...

I found myself in the middle of the turmoil of the Salem Witch Trials, accused of sorcery. I couldn't believe that I was being charged with something so absurd. The whispers and stares from the townspeople made me feel like an outsider in my community. It felt as if there was something dark and mysterious about me that I couldn't explain.

I had always been drawn to the natural worl...

October 27, 1628:

I never believed in it all. A fairy tale told among my brethren. Fools, one and all. But it was where I found myself. My family had brought me to this place which they called Salem. The first Salem, not that rubbish they call history.

Many towns came and vanished, and I’m sure that place vanished because those who lived there practiced evil. Who else commands evil but more evil...

"Please! Thou must believe me! I am no witch of the dark arts! I am-!" She's struggling against her restraints, and she flinches when she's interrupted.

"Enough of your Lies, witch! Thou must be a servant of the devil! Why else would you have spell books and potions!?" The crowd gasps as the man holds up spell books in his hand.

"She must be a witch!" Someone in the crowd yells.

"That explains wh...

“Sarah Bolluck. You have hereby been accused of witchcraft. What have you to say for yourself?”

“Nothing that will change your mind.”

“Then let her be hanged!”

The crown roars. Pitchforks and lanterns at the ready.

It’s very early in the witch trials. Only a few accused so far. Sarah Bolluck has always been the most obvious.

From people claiming her eyes change colors, to the paleness of he...

Foolish women

I’m no witch

Not a coven

Try to switch

I’m a mystery

To most others

So much history

Long lost mother...