Friday, February 6, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday

The air changed and moved in an unnatural way, but it no longer scared her. She was prepared for this. She had been waiting for this for her entire life, to see the world through her coven's eyes, to be a full fledged member. The air began to swirl faster and faster around her and she joined the chanting of her sisters around her "double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble". The chanting got the louder and louder and she became less and less aware of her body and more aware of the elements around her.

And finally, when she didn't think she would last or take it any longer, she saw it and she understood why they did it. Such power and knowledge was undeniable.

She had seen the future, and it was great and dreadful, just as she.

This week's post was inspired in part by the witches from Shakespear's Macbeth and by this week's prompt:



Check out the other responses on these awesome blogs:


Quinlyn Shaughnessy - qsstoryblog.blogspot.com


Ginny Romney - romneyrants.blogspot.com

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