i'm gonna sample some later today,after i finish this anime series
I wrote this one in 2016. I started a novel on this. Tell me what you think
Witches Brew – By Godofwine (650 Words)
With a wiggle of her fingers the Opius bottle floated through the air and into Drula’s waiting hands. She put a drop of the liquid on her tongue and released a long sigh as her granddaughter looked on with her mouth open.
“Close your mouth ‘fore you catch flies, child,” she said.
“But…but grandma,” she stammered. “You just…just. That bottle just flew over to you.”
“First time you’ve seen that, huh?” the old woman said with a grin. “Your mother, Lord rest her soul, wanted us to hide what we are from you.”
“What
we are?!” Angelou asked, her face still holding the look of shock from what she’d just seen.
“Yes, dear. What
we are,” she began. “Some call us witches, but…that term is a bit inaccurate,” Drula pushed up with her arms to sit up straighter in the bed and continued.
“We don’t stand around cauldrons chanting, ‘Double, bubble, toil and trouble,’ or anything like that, dearie. But, the women in our bloodline are blessed with magical powers. The men…eh, not so much, but your Uncle Baldwin is one of the rare lucky ones. His powers exceed all but mine, your Aunt Davina…and yours.”
Angelou gasped and looked at the palms of her hands, then the other side, and back to her palms. “But, I don’t have any powers, grandma.” The girl’s saddened face pained her grandmother, and she placed her wrinkled hand in the hands of her granddaughter.
“Faith, child. Faith is the belief of things unseen. I’m going to tell you something,” she said still rubbing Angelou’s hands.
“I don’t want you to have bad feelings toward your mother. She truly meant well, and wanted the best for you. But the best thing is not to deny who and what you are – even in the face of adversity.
“Your mother wanted to be like everyone else. She was bothered by her ability and so never used it, never perfected it, and never wanted it to passed on to her child…that would be you. But for that last part she was powerless to stop, you hear?”
Angelou nodded.
“You are special, child. Always have been. As a babe you used to knock your bottle to the floor and spirit it back in front of you before it touched the ground. You would do it over, and over again. Drove your mother crazy,” the old woman threw her head back and laughed.
“If I’ve always had powers…what happened,” the girl said.
“Your mother, bless her heart, wanted to protect you from the teasing she received as a youth, so she…” Drula tailed off.
“She what, grandma?”
“She put a ten year spell on you. But because she never perfected her powers, she wasn’t able to completely take your powers away from you.”
“What?! When?” Angelou shrieked.
“Shhhh. Shhhh,” Drula cooed and brushed her granddaughter’s hair with her hand. “She did it when you were just a babe, with the best intentions. But the road to Damascus is paved with good intentions.”
“So,” Angelou said as she sat up in the chair by her grandmother’s bedside. “I have powers?”
Drula nodded slowly.
“Like yours?”
Her grandmother nodded again.
Angelou smiled broadly, and mimicked the motion her grandmother had made earlier.
Nothing happened.
Angelou, crestfallen, began to sob and Drula hid a slight smirk.
“My child,” Drula said. “Your powers grow on you,” she chuckled. “It isn’t instantaneous. Your eleventh birthday was yesterday, right?”
Angelou nodded, and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
“So, tell me, Angelou. If you haven’t stood in ten years, why do you think you should start by running and be successful?”
Angelou grinned sheepishly.
“Child,” Drula said. “Give your granny a hug. Your powers will come. I promise you. And guess what?” she said looking at her granddaughter.
Angelou looked up and met her smiling eyes.
“I’m going to teach you.”
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