It wasn’t till the hungry flames were nearly at her hem that Briar’s thoughts turned to self-reflection. Before that point she was, quite naturally, declaring innocence whilst returning insults.
Her efforts were of no use. The fire rose higher, the smoke stung her lungs and eyes, the cackling jeers grew louder than the crackling logs. She could see her angry accusers through the wafting smoke lines.
“Witch! Witch! Witch!” they chanted.
These simple townsfolk had no brains. If she were a witch, wouldn’t she be gone? She sighed; coughed. She never should have left her staff under the bed.
Bound and burned for Carrot Ranch‘s writing prompt.
Gruesome story with a bit of an attitude, Chelsea. Nicely done!
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Gruesome, eh? She’s not burned yet…
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So far it doesn’t seem to be bothering her too much… I’d like to know what happens next though.
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I’d love to do a story chain. I wish WP had a more friendly format to do so as a post.
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Bound, burned and received! Great turmoil between the flames and the perspective from within them. And then the clever twist. I enjoyed this one, Chelsea.
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Thank you so much, Charli. 🙂
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