Disney World: A Short Story

She said “The witch was no longer a witch but a broken down old lady who had dared to create beauty in the midst of ugliness and sterility.” The new adult views that she has help her have compassion for the old lady, because she now sees that her town is a dirty, terrible

That violent, crazy act was the last act of childhood. For as I gazed at the immobile face with the sad, weary eyes, I gazed upon a kind of reality which is hidden to childhood, The witch was no longer a witch but only a broken old woman who had dared to create beauty in the midst of ugliness and sterility. She had been born in squalor and lived in it all her life.”

To the town about witchcraft . (pg. 23) Abby “ She is blackening my name in the village ! She is telling

As if one cue, a person with a tight, gray mask entered the room with three suspicious pills. The person handed them to us, and sat on a previously unseen chair while

“This all makes sense now! Nancy Bratcher is called to be a witch, which explains why she had the poison to put in the letter for someone to lose their memory,” I exclaimed.

A middle-aged witch who was sitting on the other side of the fire stood up. "They're all too stupid to figure out how to get it out. Take that ancient crone over there," she said, pointing an accusatory finger in Willa's direction. Then her eyes gleamed in the firelight and she cackled. "She wouldn't even know the right end of a broomstick to straddle if someone hadn't told her."

My throat was dry, and I couldn’t speak well. "...Why do you... say that...?" It seemed a villager heard me since they replied "We heard that you've been recently going deep into the forest Viola. The reason we don't let you go into the woods is because witches live here and she's one of them!" I looked Ellen, contrary to me, she was calm. That couldn't be true right? Ellen couldn't possibly no, isn't a witch beyond a stretch of imagination. 'The villagers were just edgy with all the suspicion going around,' I reasoned. "Ellen isn't a witch," I fiercely retorted, "She's just crippled and sick! What makes you think she is one?" Then my father stepped up from the mob with a solemn look on his face. "Viola this forest is big and easy to get lost even for us. But how does a child know the navigate through the forest so

"Ah..." He choked on silent words, reaching his hand up to the corner of the counter as he lifted himself up. He drifted his fingertips across the cold bottles, sucking in breaths slowly as he popped the caps off the three bottles. The small pills tapped against the counter as he poured them lazily into his hand. His body slid down again, the bottles falling next to him as he poured the pills from one hand to the other. He ignored the blood that dripped from the newer cuts, soaking into some of the small pills.

Elizabeth and Kayla got thirsty so they drink a nebula potion that the Evil witch had left for them. They walked three more kilometers before the girls started to feel sick. Kayla starts to in and out of consciousness so they stopped and took a break. Kayla started flourishly growing parasites and her antibodies started to stop working for her. Kalya was immune to the poison.

The narrator doesn't leave us in uncertainty about who's encountering what she's going to depict. Be that as it may the way she depicts the condition of being a witch is irregular: its a possessed type of being. What makes a difference isn't essentially what she does, its the way and when she does it. An example of this witchcraft is found in line 2, "haunting" the "black

So, as class ended and everyone went outside Danica waited for the evil witch. All the girls knew that not all witches and wizards were bad, and they always reminded themselves of this.

“Oh, Cera.” my mama responded dismissively. “They’re not real witches, their just a cult of women with nothing better to do. They don’t have any powers or abilities at all that can help us.”

Meliza had listened to Audette’s story with a dubious brow. Being her first pupil she didn’t know quite what to say to the incredible tale. Deciding to carry on course playing things by ear, the only information she could offer her hatchling was a few primary fundamentals of Dark-Witch life that shed light around the topic Audette had inadvertently brought forward.

“Put this on”right as he handed me the gross witch costume. Know I look like Angela I thought to myself. I headed into the westing house. “Your not scared”you're making money nothing here to be afraid of I thought. I'm not scared. I creped around the corner slowly and stealthy as the witch costume made me sweat.I slowly went up the stairs I heard a low noise so I kicked and Kicked and screamed. Im fine im totally not scared.I reached the top the stairs check the room I couldn't believe what i just saw lying the room

The witch stalks the wretched child like a hunter stalking a little bird in the forest.