Witching Hour : A Short Story

Every night as I put Teagan to bed, after we’ve brushed her teeth, read her my “goodnight moon” we’ve sang our ABCs and you are my sunshine, we pray. Tonight she wanted to say the prayer. She prayed that “Dipstick and Momma and Beaner (herself) and DD (Daley) Uncle bubby (Arden) and Berky (Berkeley) and Casey and Cassidy all had sweet dreams. She then told God, “God, please tell grammy and poppy to have sweet dreams and i hope they are dancing on the clouds in Heaven.” Then she climbs under the covers and snuggles up to dipstick in my bed. I tell her “Mommy will be in bed in just a little bit. I love you.” And I kiss her on the forehead and tuck her in. My parents died in a driveby shooting when i was 20. T was only 3. They were a part of the

In the book Witches! The Absolutely True Tale of Disaster in Salem by Rosalyn Schanzer the town of Salem starting going into a panic of the theory of witches from the fits of two girls. Everyone accusing each other, family is accusing family. Brothers are accusing brothers. Accused witches are taken to trial, but are the trials that fair? The trials were unfair because of the use of spectral evidence, the inability to testify for oneself, and the surprisingly unbiased judges.

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

“Have you ever wondered if Magic or witches and wizards really exist in this modern world? Well yes, they do exist, and they are quite active in the modern world. There are more than 10 million witches in the United States, with new practitioners on the rise daily.”(Caine) Being a witch is much different than what you may have seen in the movies. There is real magic to the craft, but witches or wizards don 't walk around turning people into to frogs with a flick of their magic wands. They don 't disappear into thin air, nor do they fly around through the night on broomsticks. They also don 't live in a big castle or mansion. They walk around as normal people and you wouldn 't be able to tell them apart for anyone else. The art of real witchcraft is one of the oldest practices in the world. “The oldest instruments of the real craft that have been discovered date back to 40,000 years ago, while the practice of real witchcraft dates back to paleolithic times. It is very much a way of life, as you may have heard from the modern followers of Wicca. During the middle ages, and in the event known as The Inquisition, the practice of witchcraft became outlawed throughout most of the Christianized world, an offense punishable by death.”(Caine) A witchcraft frenzy broke out in the early colonial history of America in Salem, Massachusetts. Insane torture tactics were put in by the church to draw out confessions. This period of time is often cited as the start of "the burning times."

Morning arrived yet this time with a cheerful face of my mother and my healing brother’s smile. For the first time, this felt like home exactly, the way we lived 2 years back with warmth and happiness echoing in our house. I almost forgot the comfort of sitting on a couch or laying on a bed beside my mother. The aroma of her devouring food filled the house and the riddles of my ever loved brother never stopped, now, I had no need to keep track of

I would stay alert all night sometimes. Every gust of wind or howl of our neighborhood dogs would send shivers through my spine. Throughout the nights I could hear whispers. I could never make out words except for this night. (I was half asleep when) I heard it say “Let me out” I opened my eyes and I was in front of the basement door. BANG. “LET ME OUT!” I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavy by the time I got to my room. Looking at my hands, I realized they were covered in salt. There had been salt surrounding the door to the basement.(I had never realized that there was salt that surrounded the door.)After that The month slowly passed by without even a sound from her. People prepared for upcoming Halloween. Pumpkins were carved and set out in the front of people’s houses as people prepared for this week, Halloween. A loud bang i heard chains fall against the stairs along with soft foot steps ( I brought a flashlight to talk to her then her I could see her cold black eye through the

The “Night Witches” were all-female air force units from the Soviet Union that dropped bombs over nazis during World War II. They were the creation of Maria Raskova, the first female navigator in the Soviet Air Force. Women from all over the Soviet Union were allowed to apply. Most of the hundreds of women who were chosen were young students (between the ages of 17 and 26), all of whom were further educated at Engels School of Aviation. The squadron was created because Raskova was receiving many letters from women who wanted to be a part of the World War II fight. The first mission was on June 28, 1942 and the last was on June 28, 1942. Afterwards, many of the pilots awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union.

It was a mysterious, windy, dark night. Annabel, a short young girl with jet black hair, eyelashes that reached the sky and eyes like a puppy dog, had just awoken on the floor of a cold dark forest. As she took in her surroundings and wondered how she had got there, a sudden pain appeared in her head and she had a brief flashback of painful memories of the car crash that she and her parents had just been involved in, a horrific accident; she lay there as tears slowly welled up in her eyes and rolled down her soft, pale cheeks. The thought of her deceased parents sent a shiver up her spine; she couldn’t believe they were gone.

The first time I heard this story was in Maryland. It was told by a woman in her thirties, who identified herself as being of Irish heritage, which made the story of Moll Dyer more close to her heart. She was also an anthropology major who has had contact with local folklorists in the past. This is where she first learned of the story of Moll Dyer, which she recounted to me as follows:

Religion was very vital to the Aztecs and it influenced every part of their life. They constructed pyramids and temples to honor the gods and Aztec priests carried out religious duties. Aztecs were continuously trying to impress the gods and believed that the universe would to an end unless they sacrificed people. In Aztec religion, it was a tribute to be sacrificed and frequently a sign of eternal life. In the Aztec belief of an eternal life, depended on what that individual did on earth and how he or she died. The Aztecs believed in a number of gods and each god represented a different part of beings activities or the natural world.

I wake to a knock at my door. I open my eyes and startle. I'm in an unfamiliar room. Where am I? Suddenly, a million devastating memories flow through my mind at once. There's blood, and tears, and anger. I'm pulled from my mind by my Aunt Julia's voice, "It's happenin' again, ain't it dear?" she asked, her southern drawl more apparent than usual.

"I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too!" The Wicked Witch of the West...

In the purposeful anecdote of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, Aslan speaks to Christ. Aslan's passing to spare Edmund's life and his resulting revival are clear references to the life of Christ. Lewis' novel rolls out some key improvements to the figure of Christ that makes Aslan more available to youngsters than the Christ they find out about in chapel. Lewis' technique functioned admirably—he even got a letter from an extremely troubled young man arguing for help in light of the fact that he couldn't offer cherishing Aslan more than Jesus, some assistance with evening however he knew he should love Jesus above everything else. The very move from a man to a lion is entirely huge. Christ is a person, which is both befuddling and convincing,

It was March 11, 1692; Abigail Smith woke up with the sun shining on her face. She went to take a shower. Abigail was greeted by her adopted parents Savannah and Giles Smith. Savannah is a stay at home wife. Giles is a popular Doctor. “Abigail, aren’t you looking wonderful this morning?” Savannah said. Abigail never really thought she was pretty; she was tall, had green eyes and was darker than her parents. Abigail lives in Salem, Massachusetts. It is a town where there is little to no commotion. “Sweetie can you go to the market and get some fresh apples?” Savannah said. “Yes mother,” Abigail responded.

You oftentimes think of the night your Aunt Helen died. It was your seventh birthday, and