I've had no success getting back to my book... It's lying there waiting for me...
Since I can't get back to it, I have decided that I just need to keep writing. So, I'm working on a short story. And guess what! Here's part one. Be prepared; it gets pretty wild!
The Witch Tale -- Part 1
"You bastard!" Hannah yelled at her cousin Mike. Although she was only thirteen, her vocabulary was well-rounded for a girl her age. She had learned a lot of similar words from the numerous arguments between her mother and step-father, both respected people in town but had a rough marriage.
"Don't call me that! You sawed-off bitch!" Mike, now sixteen, knew just as many words himself, learning them from the same source as Hannah. Mike had come to live with the Anderson's when he was nine. His mom and Marge Anderson were half-sisters. Hannah was six at the time being raised as an only child gave her an edge of being the center of attention. They lived in the new average middle class home with the typical middle class family.
"Just 'cause you're older, doesn't mean you get to boss me around!" Hannah returned in this fiery argument that had begun three days before.
"I'm not bossing you around! You're just mad 'cause I don't believe you."
"And why would I lie?"
"You've been known for a few strange stories in your life but this one is too much."
"Alright mister smarty-pants! So how did those kids disappear?"
"How the hell should I know! Maybe they all moved at once."
"I'm telling you right now. Those witches came out of the sky and picked 'em off one by one..."
"Witches my ass! There are no such things."
Three days before, on a late October evening, a gang of local hoodlums had mysteriously disappeared from the sidewalks of a near-by neighborhood. The newspaper headline read "Twelve local teens missing all in same evening. Police baffled but suspect another gang." The article spelled out how last Saturday night, a gang of both boys and girls had been harassing the locals and causing damages to private and public property. Most had already been in trouble with the law.The group was last seen along Windsor Drive running over to Middlebury Street. By the time police had arrived in the area, the teens had disappeared. It wasn't until the next day that parents began to call stating that their teenager had not come home. Finally, the list stopped with twelve disappearances.
Mike and Hannah continued to walk and argue.
"I'm tellin' you there are witches. Joellen and I saw them that night. Flyin' around. Lookin' like three black clouds."
"You mean Joellen from over on Wesley Street. She's nothing but lyin' whore."
"She is not!"
"Is too! She got caught with Billy Stevens in the back seat of his dad's car. She was down between his legs..."
"That's not true. She said he had something stuck on his pant leg and she was lookin' at it."
"Ha! She was more than lookin'. And how about just a few weeks ago when she was doin' the same thing to Paul Dempsey's mom... You know she's a big ass dyke!" Mike grinned and shook his head. Joellen Finney was known as the neighborhood slut.
"Just shut the fuck up! I don't care what Joellen does. She can do whatever she likes. I'm more concerned with those witches. We're both worried they saw us."
Mike stopped in front of their house and turned to face Hannah.
"So let me get this straight. You and dykey Joellen..." Hannah rolled her eyes making a sour face. "...Saw three witches flyin' on their broomsticks in the sky come swoopin' down and grab up all twelve and fly off into the wild blue yonder..."
"Not all of them at once... Just one by one... They seemed to pick out the one laggin' behind... quietly fly down... grab 'em even before they even had a chance to scream. These are smart witches."
Mike rolled his eyes before walking up the sidewalk. Hannah lagged behind him tired of his disbelief.
In her bedroom, Hannah searched her book bag for her cellphone before plopped her back pack on the floor. She sat down on her bed and called Joellen.
"Hey girl, what's going on?" Joellen answered.
"OMG! I just had a huge argument with that jerk of a brother of mine..."
"Is he even your brother? Isn't he like your cousin?"
"It doesn't matter. I tried to tell about the witches. He didn't believe me." Hannah rolled her eyes. "Why is he such a jerk!"
"Well, he is a homo. You know how prissy they can be at times."
"He is not!"
"Oh yeah! Why don't you ask him about Seth Tourner? They were seen kissin' behind the high school."
"They were not! They're just good friends." Hannah knew better. She remembered the night a couple of weeks ago when Seth came over while their parents were at a meeting. They were supposedly keeping an eye on her and studying for a big biology test. She had taken a break from watching television upstairs. She heard them in the kitchen talking about some movie star. Saying how hot he was... How hot he was making them... By the time she tiptoed to the kitchen, they were lip locking. Even though she argued with him, she loved Mike and approved of Seth.
"Whatever you want to believe..." added Joellen.
Hannah moved on. "I don't have time for this conversation. I am more concerned about those damned witches. Do you think they saw us?"
"Hell, no. They were too busy pickin' off the gang. And I say good riddance to them. They caused more trouble."
"But twelve all in the same evenin'! What would they need all of them for?"
"Probably some big spell?"
"Well, I am still concerned they saw us. What'll we do if come back for us?"
"How the hell should I know? Google it and see what you get."
"Fine, but I am tellin' you. Those witches are gonna come back and get us! And if they do, I wanna be prepared."
Three days later, the newspaper headline read "Local girl missing. Police suspect same gang."
Since I can't get back to it, I have decided that I just need to keep writing. So, I'm working on a short story. And guess what! Here's part one. Be prepared; it gets pretty wild!
The Witch Tale -- Part 1
"You bastard!" Hannah yelled at her cousin Mike. Although she was only thirteen, her vocabulary was well-rounded for a girl her age. She had learned a lot of similar words from the numerous arguments between her mother and step-father, both respected people in town but had a rough marriage.
"Don't call me that! You sawed-off bitch!" Mike, now sixteen, knew just as many words himself, learning them from the same source as Hannah. Mike had come to live with the Anderson's when he was nine. His mom and Marge Anderson were half-sisters. Hannah was six at the time being raised as an only child gave her an edge of being the center of attention. They lived in the new average middle class home with the typical middle class family.
"Just 'cause you're older, doesn't mean you get to boss me around!" Hannah returned in this fiery argument that had begun three days before.
"I'm not bossing you around! You're just mad 'cause I don't believe you."
"And why would I lie?"
"You've been known for a few strange stories in your life but this one is too much."
"Alright mister smarty-pants! So how did those kids disappear?"
"How the hell should I know! Maybe they all moved at once."
"I'm telling you right now. Those witches came out of the sky and picked 'em off one by one..."
"Witches my ass! There are no such things."
Three days before, on a late October evening, a gang of local hoodlums had mysteriously disappeared from the sidewalks of a near-by neighborhood. The newspaper headline read "Twelve local teens missing all in same evening. Police baffled but suspect another gang." The article spelled out how last Saturday night, a gang of both boys and girls had been harassing the locals and causing damages to private and public property. Most had already been in trouble with the law.The group was last seen along Windsor Drive running over to Middlebury Street. By the time police had arrived in the area, the teens had disappeared. It wasn't until the next day that parents began to call stating that their teenager had not come home. Finally, the list stopped with twelve disappearances.
Mike and Hannah continued to walk and argue.
"I'm tellin' you there are witches. Joellen and I saw them that night. Flyin' around. Lookin' like three black clouds."
"You mean Joellen from over on Wesley Street. She's nothing but lyin' whore."
"She is not!"
"Is too! She got caught with Billy Stevens in the back seat of his dad's car. She was down between his legs..."
"That's not true. She said he had something stuck on his pant leg and she was lookin' at it."
"Ha! She was more than lookin'. And how about just a few weeks ago when she was doin' the same thing to Paul Dempsey's mom... You know she's a big ass dyke!" Mike grinned and shook his head. Joellen Finney was known as the neighborhood slut.
"Just shut the fuck up! I don't care what Joellen does. She can do whatever she likes. I'm more concerned with those witches. We're both worried they saw us."
Mike stopped in front of their house and turned to face Hannah.
"So let me get this straight. You and dykey Joellen..." Hannah rolled her eyes making a sour face. "...Saw three witches flyin' on their broomsticks in the sky come swoopin' down and grab up all twelve and fly off into the wild blue yonder..."
"Not all of them at once... Just one by one... They seemed to pick out the one laggin' behind... quietly fly down... grab 'em even before they even had a chance to scream. These are smart witches."
Mike rolled his eyes before walking up the sidewalk. Hannah lagged behind him tired of his disbelief.
In her bedroom, Hannah searched her book bag for her cellphone before plopped her back pack on the floor. She sat down on her bed and called Joellen.
"Hey girl, what's going on?" Joellen answered.
"OMG! I just had a huge argument with that jerk of a brother of mine..."
"Is he even your brother? Isn't he like your cousin?"
"It doesn't matter. I tried to tell about the witches. He didn't believe me." Hannah rolled her eyes. "Why is he such a jerk!"
"Well, he is a homo. You know how prissy they can be at times."
"He is not!"
"Oh yeah! Why don't you ask him about Seth Tourner? They were seen kissin' behind the high school."
"They were not! They're just good friends." Hannah knew better. She remembered the night a couple of weeks ago when Seth came over while their parents were at a meeting. They were supposedly keeping an eye on her and studying for a big biology test. She had taken a break from watching television upstairs. She heard them in the kitchen talking about some movie star. Saying how hot he was... How hot he was making them... By the time she tiptoed to the kitchen, they were lip locking. Even though she argued with him, she loved Mike and approved of Seth.
"Whatever you want to believe..." added Joellen.
Hannah moved on. "I don't have time for this conversation. I am more concerned about those damned witches. Do you think they saw us?"
"Hell, no. They were too busy pickin' off the gang. And I say good riddance to them. They caused more trouble."
"But twelve all in the same evenin'! What would they need all of them for?"
"Probably some big spell?"
"Well, I am still concerned they saw us. What'll we do if come back for us?"
"How the hell should I know? Google it and see what you get."
"Fine, but I am tellin' you. Those witches are gonna come back and get us! And if they do, I wanna be prepared."
Three days later, the newspaper headline read "Local girl missing. Police suspect same gang."
