Creative Writing: The Witch Trails

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

She felt a sharp pain in her right foreleg as the hoof struck the door at an uncomfortable angle. She recoiled at the impact.

She slumped to the floor of the the cottage”. This was really big for her because she just got freed from enslavement, then she learns that she will be reminded of that everyday of her life by this slavery child.

Laurel took hold of the weapons that Ryder handed her, she was pleased that he took them from her. Knowing Zinda she would have most likely would have tried something stupid, just like at the farm house. She stared down at the young woman, her head shaking slightly. She was annoyed at herself for wanting to bring her back to camp. She just wanted to believe in people. A slight smile crept to her face when she felt Eric's hand against her arm. Turning her head she looked at him. “Yeah your right.” She whispered with a nod of the head. “Gotta take these back to the armory and deliver Ryders message to whoever gave the weapons back to her. She flashed Eric a smile and walked past Ryder and head off to the armory. She dropped off the weapons and informed the person in charge that Ryder was going to pay them a visit.

While Elmer was remaking Bork's armor, Marco and the other captives wondered what was to become of them. A beautiful woman with short dark hair and glowing ice blue eyes walked in, every male eye was drawn to her as she stood there appraising them. She drew a glowing sword that matched her eyes from it scabbard and approached the cage that held them.

“Fuck that!” the other shouts as he begins to mill about. “You can sit there all you want, I still saw something, and we still need to check it out.” Light flows back into Willam’s view blinding as it frays, blocked out by indistingishable shapes as it moves. Willam shields his eyes.

Emily took a big breath. She ran forward………and put her arm out. Margret looked up in confused. But she grabbed it anyways. She let go of her hand, and tried to hobble, but ended up falling again.

Corbin sat in the borrowed interrogation room across from Alexandrov. The FBI was being very accommodating, especially since they were the ones that would be able to take the credit for the arrest. Depending on what TV show you liked to watch, the FBI interrogation room looked just like that. Plain white walls with a metal table bolted to the floor. Alexandrov sat across from him, his handcuffs clipped into a hook on the table. His reflection in the mirror behind Corbin’s head. Multiple red lights from cameras glowed from different corners of the room. Recording every word, every facial movement, and every flick of the eye.

Every step took her deeper into a cave that might not give her back, took her farther from Ingham, even as she knew it was the only way

The man had his hands clasped behind his back as he was looking out the large bay window. They remained that way even as he turned at the high priestess's bidding. The man had very large hands, and they were covered in matte black leather gloves that did not reflect the light. Even indoors the man was wearing a great coat of the same matte leather, and it had tarnished silver buttons that ran in two rows from the neck down and were done up. The coat had a high collar that was strained by a thick, bullish neck. Atop that neck sat a long face with high cheekbones, a lantern jaw, and a strong chin. The man's eyes were an unnatural blue that shone with their own luminescence. His hair was blue-black, cropped short at the sides and swept back like

As they swam around they came across a dark, and ominous cave. As they cautiously approached the cave entrance,

    Later that night, Lovita packed the few things she wished to take with her. Grabbing her cloak, she started working her way towards the village. Slowly, she walked along the path through town with her hood up. She could feel them watching her and knew someone would follow her eventually. The people who still trusted her. Quickening her pace, she worked her way down to a cave by the shore. As Lovita entered, she created a cavern. Hidden from the outside world, she created a passage to travel to the village if necessary. Inside the cavern were rooms, each with different items and a different purpose. Lovita stopped

“How long did it take you and I to walk to Opal?” she asked, wielding a

in the story through the tunnel, the second to last and the last sentences stated the following:

She hadn’t moved - she couldn’t. Her unresponsiveness mustered a deeper violence in Njörd. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, trying to move it out of the way. Dallea was dragged forward by the hostile King trying to get a firm hold on her ears. The Queen leapt forward, unable to stay a bystander any longer.