They were fine with her herbs and her potions. Balms to sooth rashes, were a comfort, for sure. Then she helped a farmer’s wife dissolve her twelth pregnancy. First, whispers of her base nature, screams and scriptures. Then came sharpened pitchforks and finally fire, burning her flesh down to ash.
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Inktober 2019 - Writer's Edition
General FictionWhile the original Inktober is set for visual artists, this year, I'm participating in a Writer's Edition of the challenge by creating 50-word stories based on the daily prompts. The writer's challenge is hosted by Hannah Robinson on IG (@hannahrobi...
