The sun rose up and so did she. What would this new day promise? A bubbling cauldron, a new bag of toads, a craggy new wart...or maybe a spell.
Yes! A spell. A wicked Spell. A delightful spell. An I'll show you spell.
She licked her finger, the air felt right. She turned around twice, no one was around. Today was finally the day. She rubbed her hands and got to work.
Into her pot went, spider broth, bat eyes, and cricket toes. Wart juice, boars blood and a tiny drop of ghost. She cackled and stirred up her spell. With a few secret words (no, you can't know them nosy) and a bit of her own spit. The spell was ready for drinking.
This will show him. She laughed ladling the purple brew into a caldron-black thermos. She packed it up tight, tied it with an acid green bow and put it in a box. With smoother writing than normal she wrote a note:
May your nose and toes always remain the same.
She waved her pet crow down from his perch and placed the bow in his claws. "Make sure he know's its from me."
Cackling she moved back into her kitchen for a snack of pickled toad.
By: Cassie M Shiels
Where I share my Microfiction. aka Really really short stories
I just wanted a way to practice and share my writing in a super fun but short way. Yes they will often become narrative poetry but that is. only because I like rhythm and rhyme.