I could feel her breaths upon the window sill and even though my existence was unknown to her, she could feel a presence something or someone who would show her the blood that stains her hands her wicked thoughts and unholy treasons; Oh how the tables turn when the dark a mere change in reflection can cause so much strife.
My soft and undetected steps make her shake, my whispering movements give her the chills; And yet she has not yet cried for help nor has she started to wail in terror but Oh how fast the tables turn when your being HUNTED!
Do you remember those tales of witches and wizards, those magical beings who cause civilizations to fall and monsters to perish; I have heard of them I have seen the result of their never-ending trouble, mischief and misfortune, but you know this is all so funny to me because these all powerful beings would be nothing without their familiar. Does it not make you double over in pain from the huge waves of laughter that overcome you, when you see a witch shribble and scream for mercy when we threaten such an insuccnificent animal; Even more funny as insuccnificent as a cat. Yes she is nothing without her familiar, Aww I believe this is a good place to start; It was a while back but I think this story may be one you will remember for ages to come.
We must of course tell you about Margret.L.Bishop the L stands for Lisa, Margret was a very peculiar little girl born with a scar over her left palm, her mother always told her it was the scar given to her by god and his good grace to let her live. Little Margret was a strange little girl and in being strange she had no friends most people in town said the scar was the mark of the devil and anyone who spoke to her or even looked at her was sure to be dammed, and so little Margret did not play with children nor did she cry from the names and rocks thrown her way; She merely went to the forest every day after school and since her mother was not usually home at night she stayed there and didn't return home for days at a time. An advantage to being so strange was that little Margret had little reason to talk, and in turn she often found herself surrounded by the many unknown creatures in the forest; More often than not she would have a crow or two perching on her shoulder and a black snake neatly piled in her lap, these creatures were the beings she called friends.
It was the year 1688 and it was definitely a year to remember, It was summertime and the day seemed normal it started out with nothing off, it seemed even the grass was bored due to this uneventful day. Little Margret was in her class room drawing a picture of the snake that laid in her lap; With even and confident strokes she drew a beautiful snake that slithered on every edge of the parchment and it seemed that her snake had eyes that glistened like diamonds. Unfortunately happiness for Margret was a rarity and so it was expected trouble would come from it.
I would love to know if you think I should keep writing I was thinking I could turn this into a book So please leave a comment if you read it...This of course is original so don't steal. :)
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