I sat at the rickety supper table waiting for them to come home. Firelight lit up the small worn down couch and reflected off the glass window panes. Maybe they'd be back before I fell asleep. Then we could talk and I could tell them about the academy.
I heard boots crunching on the gravel outside and I leapt up. A grin formed on my face and my heart lifted. My parents, whom I hadn't seen in months were finally home before I went to school. I flung the front door open and my heart stopped.
My parents had warned me of the witch that sat in her house at the top of her hill in a candy house. They told me stories of how disobedient kids would somehow end up at her house and would never be seen again. All my friends knew of her and stayed far away from any trail into the woods.
Here was a witch with candy smelling clothes standing on my doorstep with a polite smile plastered on her face. I fainted.
A/N: Hello I would like you to know that this story is probably one of the most planned out ones I have so I may or may not procrastinate even more. Please let me know if you like it or think it has potential cause I need motivation and who's an author without motivation?
Anyway I will most likely update every week or so depending on how much school work I have, this may change once summer is here and I don't go to school.
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The Missing Ones
FantasyThe town of Eriwald has a legend of the witch that lives in the gingerbread house. She cooks disobedient children in a stew and serves them to the next ones. Alvina has grown up in fear of the woods. Her parents told her chilling stories of the witc...