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
Short StoryMy 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.
