An Angry witch by Jake P. Flash Fiction contest entry |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
I feel my heart begin to beat, and the blood flow is sluggish. After 100 years the moisture had pretty much evaporated from it, but I know the curse is intended to make me suffer, not die. Buried fully aware is worse than death. Why not just kill me.? The time is almost here for me to live again.Dirt and pebbles fill my nose and mouth, but I cannot move. Why couldn’t she just let me sleep through it all like Rip Van Winkle. The god-awful stench of the liquified remains of the body next to me seeped into my clothes and body and can never be washed away. Only the coldest of hearts could inflict such punishment. A chilling cackle comes from somewhere. You think your time is up, do you? Not quite yet. You’ll be completely alive for the last half of your sentence. Enjoy! Damnable witch!
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