Don't Open The Box

Don't Open The Box

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A play written for a Halloween Prompt by Fantasy #25 in Paranormal #48 in Fantasy #60 in Horror *** Act 1 Scene 1 3:12 AM Mazara: (Her voice is quite similar but it is much softer and deathlier.) Theorea, thee must stop talking this instant. It is my turn. Coven Witches, it is my- Mazara's- great horror to be the Coven Queen during this Halloween. Hades hath himself given us this treacherous news. Tomorrow, during this very hour as Halloween fades, we will regain our empire, for the prophecy hath stated, and here I Quoth, " As Halloween fades, During Witching Hour, An unfortunate visitor shalt sight a box. She shalt let out the haunted. creature, And as she doth so, the Coven Queen shalt reign supreme." *** A Short Story
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'"I cannot feel this way. You clearly don't feel-" "I do though." He interrupts me. I finally look up to meet his eyes. It holds so much sadness. "Believe it or not but it hurts me every time I see tears in your eyes." His hands reach for my face, one more time and gently wipes the tears off my face. No matter what, the tears keep flowing down. "Please don't cry." He whispers. "You have someone out there just for you. Waiting for you." I whisper softly. A sad smile forms on my face that is now saltier than the ocean bed itself. I try to tug his hand off my face, but his hold is firm. He leans his head down and places it against mine. "I know." His whisper equally soft. "You need to let go. Just as I am." I close my eyes and take in the breeze of ocean that surrounds him and now me. I hear a deep growl just as his hold tighten on my face but it's still gentle.' For the little Raven that was born out the woods, life was only about the survival of fittest. Hunt or be hunted. Until Aya came along and showed her that there was more to life. They became family, sisters and promised to stay together forever. But what happens when one of them finds their mate? Read along to find out the story of Amara Raven on her journey to find a place she belongs. Completed: 12/05/20 Can be read alone!

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