Revenge of the Reincarnated Witch
In the spring of 1692, Lizzie burned at the stake. Reincarnated in the 21st century, she finds herself riding a pick-up truck off to a music festival with the reincarnation of the girls that burned with her. And the driver? William, the lover that left her without an explanation. William’s charm in this lifetime is as irresistible as it used to be and she can't deny the longing she feels. To find peace and happiness, she was tasked by a quirky deity to avenge herself and the other ‘witches’ from the people that wronged them. But how was she going to find out who were the ones that wronged the other girls? In her quest for justice, Lizzie will discover the best (and worst) of both worlds of the colonial era and the 21st century as she goes back and forth into her dreams, visions, and reality. Will she succeed with her revenge and find happiness too? ========== DRAMATIC EXCERPT: "Lizzie, please don't forget that I love you." Will said as he clutched his shirt near his chest. "I never stopped loving you Elizabeth Ainsworth." He took a step forward to reach out for me and I shielded myself with my hands. "Don't come near me, you filthy bastard!" I screamed at him, enraged with his lies. I closed my eyes as I stepped backwards and held back my tears. "You did nothing to defend me from your father!" "No Lizzie, I did what I could. I -" his voice faded and I was left in the parking lot, dazed and my arms crossed as if to shield myself from his advance. When I blinked, William vanished and Bash came back into sight. He gave me a questioning look and asked, "Ummm.. What are you doing Lizzie?" My eyes darted from Bash's head to toe and he gave a nervous laugh at my reaction. I breathed short and heavy gasps and my sweat went cold. "You look like you've seen a ghost." He said. ========= UPDATES INDEFINITE Coverphoto grabbed from pinterest, it will be taken down should the owner request to. If you know the original artist then please inform me so i can add proper credits
Kitchen Conversations
Ali was quiet yet again, and I leaned over to listen to her inhale and exhale. Was I imagining things, or did I hear her sniffle as if she was crying and trying to hide it?
"Ali…" I called out to her, "are you crying?"
She didn't reply, and I couldn't help but to get down my bed and then climb up to sit beside Ali. It seems like I was right after all – she was crying in her pillow.
"Hey," I said as I swung my arm to give her a reassuring hug, "cry it out if you want. I'll be here if you want to talk about it."
Just as Ali stayed and listened to me, I sat beside her and waited for her to open up. She has done that much for me, and I am more than willing to repay the kindness she gave.
Becky tossed left and right, and there were chirps from crickets outside. Aside from those, Suzy's light snores and Ali's sniffles were the only sound that echoed in the dead of the night.