A Collection Of Creative Writings

Short Story One: The Witch

I became what I am today at the age of twelve. You see, I was quite a vulgar and confident child. My philosophy was that I was the best at everything so why shouldn’t I be confident.

    It all started with a certain rumor. This rumor that a witch lived in the forest near my village had been around for many years. The adults used to say they would send us to the witch whenever we did something wrong. Many children grew up in fear. Yet, I was confident that I would never get caught by her.

   

    It started with my friends. We were wandering the fields after school one day. They were quite silly. I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was proclaiming how I was going to be king of the world. They found it funny. “You can’t even go near the witch!” I could! So I told them. We started throwing punches, naturally near the river. I lost and got soaked as well. Only because they teamed up on me. “I’ll prove that I can trick her and get something of hers!” They still didn’t believe me! So I went to find her.

    I didn’t find her until many hours later. It was late and there was no moon. She laughed when she saw me. I believe she already knew what I came to do. So, she asked what I was here for. I said I was a wandering traveler. She invited me inside. I was surprised how normal it looked. Although she had a gigantic bowl of water in the middle of the corner. She also had a raging fire in the hearth. On the walls there were many paintings of the forest and even some of my village. She seemed so pleasant that I couldn’t understand why she was called a witch. She offered me some water and I graciously accepted. While I started drinking, she started talking. I don’t particularly remember what she was talking about. This was the point that everything started to become foggy, but I do remember what she said last.

    “I don’t like little children that lie to me.”

    Then I believe I blacked out. It’s all a blur... When I woke up, I was very confused. Everything seemed to be distorted. I couldn’t move as I used too. In fact, as time goes on I have a hard time even remembering what it was like.

It took me a long time to understand what she had done to me. I finally understood why she had the bowl of water.