A Witch's Revenge
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I took on the challenge of writing a short story in 30 minutes to flex my creative writing muscles. What I got from it was a story about a young witch exacting revenge on a group of young people who accidentally burned down her house by having a fun bonfire in the woods nearby. That small bit of fun ended up changing the lives of those young people and the witch forever.
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