In case you didn't check my username I'm Anna-ime, who sucks at English but has a sudden interest in writing.
It all at started during English when my teacher decided to give us a writing prompt for homework.
Basically, I had to write a short story about a character living in an unordinary house. I wrote it while inspired from a book called Bliss Bakery, I recommend you check it out if you haven't read it yet
I had fun writing this story. It isn't the best writing and like I said before, I suck at English so if there are mistakes or a way to improve my writing in certain part of a writing, if you could please take the time to comment on it would help me so much!
Anna-ime signing off!
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On Claresporten Street at exactly 4:14 on a chilly Saturday morning, Augusta Baker rose up from her long slumber. Contrary to the myth of elders sleeping less than 8 hours a day, Augusta needed more than 8 hours of sleep, she just sleeps earlier than most people do.
Augusta lives in what you could say... an interesting house. Society may deem it weird but Augusta loved it and wouldn't give two snickerdoodle cookies of what other thinks.
It is a dream house for adolescents. A house painted in bright-blue sky resting on a pale, white trunk, Windows crooked, roof of deep hickory colour that towers other any ordinary houses, a vast ladder peaking out, thousands of plants ranging from dahlias to venus traps and a slide because why not?
She heaved herself up and does her routine: brush her teeth, change her pyjamas... you know, the basics of basics.
Augusta head downstairs to the adjacent kitchen and lounge room, careful not to wake up Pudgy: Augusta's pet cat. She ambled to the seemingly eerie basement where she opened the creaky, wooden door. The sight welcomed her with shelves filled with dusty books, piles of them on the floor scattered across the aged, wooden floor and a single lightbulb hanging in the centre that would flicker once in a while.
At first glance it may seem like a messy room for books to collect dust, but it holds much more than that, it is but a mere disguise to fool people's eyes. Augusta carefully made her way to the very end of the shelf, just like any other shelves: dusty, old-fashioned and filled with unorganised books and papers. However, if you take out one of the book on the very right corner of the 5 shelf, there is a small keyhole on the wall.
Augusta held up a key pendant from her neck. She entered the key in the keyhole.
Ca-Clunk
She turned the key to the right, the shelves moved in a mechanical order and the wall open itself to reveal a dark, hidden hallway. Augusta grabbed her pendant and entered the hallway before the wall closes on itself.
Augusta walked in to a room overflowing with bottles and jars of mysterious and magical substances, books with decorative covers in other worldly language only Augusta understands, vines hung in the ceilings, glowing butterflies flutter delicately and a large, metal cauldron hanging under the lofty fireplace.
That's right, Augusta isn't just your 66-year-old woman who lives in an unordinary house. She is a witch, but not just any witch, a modern witch.
But what's the difference between a witch and a modern witch you ask?
Well, modern witches don't wear robes that's for sure. Modern witches has a more developed method in creating potions, which is more efficient and safer to conduct. They also don't use just wooden sticks as wands, they could use anything to make it as their wand, all you have to do is connect the object to your soul by a chanting spell.
Augusta chose a whisk as her wand. True to her surname, her hobby besides witchcraft is baking. She is an absolute sweet-tooth and to her, baking is similar to brewing potions.
Augusta makes potions for the sake of good. This rule is passed down from generations to generations. Even though witchcraft uses strenuous effort in making one, if done correctly, the potion created is tremendously powerful and if it has gone in the wrong hands, it would create chaos.
This very reason is why Augusta never had much friends nor hang out much. She dedicated nearly her whole life to protect and preserve witchcraft that her ancestors has created and develop for many centuries. There aren't many witches left in this world and it sadden Augusta greatly. Augusta doesn't have any children of her own and plans to adopt one to continue the witchcraft legacy very soon.
Augusta's talking mirror recently informed her of coral bleaching ( she doesn't like using devices such as TV to gather information, technology isn't her thing and never will be ). She decided to concoct a potion that would heal the dying corals.
She filled the cauldron with salty water from the sea and lightly whisper a spell to start a fire. She turned away and began searching her desired ingredients.
According to the book of potion of healing under the section of marine life, it is: Eighty-four white king protea petals, pinch of crushed amalaki, 9 millilitres of mermaid's tears, 187 grams of sea dragon's fine hair, two beating darwin frog hearts and a cup of raw honey from the high mountains of Yemen.
The water bubbled with excitement and the fire danced around the cauldron fiercely. One by one, following the instruction from her potion book, she carefully put the ingredients in the cauldron in order. She took out her wand and chanted:
" Of homes to many fishes,
Sadness compare to abyss and colours drain,
I shall grant your wishes,
To return of your vibrant self once again!"
A blinding light shone on the tip of the whisk. The light dived and swirl in the concoction, slowly turning into a pastel turquoise colour and glisten beautifully. Then spew out a cloud of royal blue along with a gentle poof. Augusta grabbed the heavy metal spoon of the similar decorative engravings of the cauldron and stir a few times before using a ladle to pour the complete potion in a glass bottle.
With the bottle in her hand, she cleaned her potion room before heading back to the adjacent room.
6:05 AM. Around one and a half hour that had taken her to complete one healing potion and before she knew it, time has gone by. Augusta headed back to her room where she would get her broom from the closet, and it's not those broom made out of meagre straw and wood. It was a customised broom with the handle made out of Australian Buloke with a cushion seating, and the brush made out of the finest straw to make the ride more smooth against the wind and easier to make a sharp turn as well.
As Augusta climbed out of her window to where the ladder peaks out of the house. She sat on the broom and checked her satchel for her potion and wand. Then, off the modern witch she goes.
