The ghost cat grinned,
Showing its sparkling spikes.
The shuddering wind coughed,
Causing leaves to dance in the air,
Evoking droplets to shriek
As they sky dive to the ground.
A scream silence the cold night
When a soft blanket fluttered down
As if it were made of doves,
Cladding the grinning ghost cat.
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The New Generation of Witches of West End
FantasíaThis is a new twist of the book and TV show of the Witches of East End. I have borrowed only 5 of the main characters from both the book and show, I have only changed the last names as now they will be either newly married/ married or taken on a dif...
