Once upon a time there was a old witch lived in a small town Rootas. She was the owner of the only remaining candy store in Rootas. The store produced the most unique candies, and others candy store owners had ghastly results competing along. So the store of Rosemary's was the only one left in town.
Witches had conspicuous features if observed intentionally, but who would go on witch investigations all day? Who would believe that witches really existed in the first place? Afterall, we all have a life right? We wouldn't take notice in things that does not associate with our benefits, until one day that you find out that it actually does. Until one day that you find out that the person that you trust the most is just a illusion of lies.
The old witch wore leather gloves on an everyday routine to cover up the fact that she has no nails; she named herself with the most common yet sweet name in the town: she wore a wig with beautiful and silky umbrae waves to cover up her blood red frizzy hair; she always wore several layers of foundation that created a mask of a sweet and sympathetic face; the unimaginable heavy lipstick; the colorful long dresses that covers her arms and straight down to her ankle, with doggy heels that always covered her toe completely. No one in the town knows or thinks that Rosemary was hiding all the common things that witches share along.
I was the first one to discover the ugly truth.
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The ugly truth
Fantasystory based on a mysterious killer in town, and how the secret spilled out on a usual weekday... you might find this story really stupid or childish, but this story is made up and is just writing for fun, so don't judge peeps... "Unfortunately I am...
