Wandering the woods looking for potion ingredients, her eyes landed on a funny looking plant she couldn't remember seeing ever before. Just to make sure, she pulled out her grimoire, but couldn't find a plant looking anything like it.
She always claimed a witch wasn't really a witch without a little bit of experimentation, and so naturally she plucked the plant to do just that.
After brewing it into a potion, the witch smelled strange shapes and colors all night, saw the eeriest melodies. The next morning, she'd forgotten it all.
Only about a week later, she went looking for ingredients again. On her walk, she saw this funny looking plant she couldn't remember seeing before...
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Tiny Stories Part 2
NouvellesMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
