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The Reawakening of Shar
The beginning of my beginning
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed. Most of the women stood there with their mouths covered with lace handkerchiefs, and the men were just ready for the event to begin.
“Since I have your attention, I just want to say a few words. You can count this as my eulogy since I assume none of you will give me a proper burial. I have nothing to lose in confessing that I am and will always be a witch. These ladies next to me are not. But why will you believe me? I have lived among you all since the day I was created, and let me tell you, it was not an easy life.
Since my family all died of cholera, I am the sole survivor. You have put me in a home where I was treated as a servant. I never caused any trouble ever. I have helped more of you than anyone would want to admit, and since I caught the master lying with one of the slave girls in the shed, I was deemed a threat.
You would have never known I was a witch because I do not practice the craft(openly) . I am telling you I am the only witch among you. What you are doing to these ladies is committing murder. With that being said and my conscience being cleared, I will gladly go to my grave.”
They all were stunned by my confession, and of course, they called me a liar about the infidelity. I ask you, why lie at this moment?
The executioner proceeded to light his torch and start the fire. The heat was insurmountable. But I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me scream. Instead, I memorized the faces that cheered my death.
What they did not know, and what I did not divulge, was that I would be reborn in a hundred years, and I would keep being reborn until every descendant paid for their bloodthirstiness. So, I guess you may think that my soul is not at rest. Rest assured; it will be.
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed. Most of the women stood there with their mouths covered with lace handkerchiefs, and the men were just ready for the event to begin.
“Since I have your attention, I just want to say a few words. You can count this as my eulogy since I assume none of you will give me a proper burial. I have nothing to lose in confessing that I am and will always be a witch. These ladies next to me are not. But why will you believe me? I have lived among you all since the day I was created, and let me tell you, it was not an easy life.
Since my family all died of cholera, I am the sole survivor. You have put me in a home where I was treated as a servant. I never caused any trouble ever. I have helped more of you than anyone would want to admit, and since I caught the master lying with one of the slave girls in the shed, I was deemed a threat.
You would have never known I was a witch because I do not practice the craft(openly) . I am telling you I am the only witch among you. What you are doing to these ladies is committing murder. With that being said and my conscience being cleared, I will gladly go to my grave.”
They all were stunned by my confession, and of course, they called me a liar about the infidelity. I ask you, why lie at this moment?
The executioner proceeded to light his torch and start the fire. The heat was insurmountable. But I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me scream. Instead, I memorized the faces that cheered my death.
What they did not know, and what I did not divulge, was that I would be reborn in a hundred years, and I would keep being reborn until every descendant paid for their bloodthirstiness. So, I guess you may think that my soul is not at rest. Rest assured; it will be.
Published 15th Dec 2024
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16th Dec 2024 1:27am
I love prose pieces, because they usually have more depth to them. This one fits that.
What a cool idea brought to life. I was hoping for a more immediate "revenge" after the burning. But hey, I'm a jolting reactionary. Lol.
And, you don't wanna ever be burned bad! I burned my feet up in a fire as a kid, it is extremely painful. Probably the worst pain imaginable. Choose the drowning . Lol.
Awesome write Fia! Interesting and an attention holder for sure.
What a cool idea brought to life. I was hoping for a more immediate "revenge" after the burning. But hey, I'm a jolting reactionary. Lol.
And, you don't wanna ever be burned bad! I burned my feet up in a fire as a kid, it is extremely painful. Probably the worst pain imaginable. Choose the drowning . Lol.
Awesome write Fia! Interesting and an attention holder for sure.
Thank you for reading this. I was like, people can come up with interesting ways to kill off the descendants.
I may continue it and pick them off one by one. lol
I may continue it and pick them off one by one. lol
16th Dec 2024 1:43am
I read somewhere that there were actually only eight women burned for witchcraft, during the Salem trials. But the resulting stories made it much bigger a thing than it was.
And, it was "political people" trying to get their land, etc, that started the whole witch accusations.
Ignorant townspeople fell for it. Boredom causes such things within the masses.
And, it was "political people" trying to get their land, etc, that started the whole witch accusations.
Ignorant townspeople fell for it. Boredom causes such things within the masses.
16th Dec 2024 1:46am
I agree with that. Greed caused those women to die. Boredom will make people grab onto the fanatical.
16th Dec 2024 2:47am
Powerful write, Fia. Into the list it belongs. Unfortunately, like the Salem Witch Trials, people are quick to judge what they don't understand. And condemn another's beliefs, even if it means spilling innocent blood as well. Brilliantly executed, my friend. Liked this a lot. Appreciate you.
Damian
Damian
16th Dec 2024 2:58am
Thank you for the comment and RL. I agree a little knowledge could have saved lives.
16th Dec 2024 3:18am
Dear F,
I enjoyed this write. Great storyline with intrigue and vengeful justice. Perfect ingredients for a great piece of writing. H🌷
I enjoyed this write. Great storyline with intrigue and vengeful justice. Perfect ingredients for a great piece of writing. H🌷
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16th Dec 2024 10:42am
Outstanding write. Great story line and brilliantly crafted. I love revenge!
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16th Dec 2024 11:38am
As you know, prose is harder to read for me than poetry, but I'm glad I read this piece.
This is amazing, Fia, and such an interesting topic. Call me crazy, but I'm convinced I was a witch in a previous life. Having lots of knowledge about herbs and a fascination for fire.
Love this piece, the title and "The beginning of my beginning" You're such a gifted & versatile writer 💕
This is amazing, Fia, and such an interesting topic. Call me crazy, but I'm convinced I was a witch in a previous life. Having lots of knowledge about herbs and a fascination for fire.
Love this piece, the title and "The beginning of my beginning" You're such a gifted & versatile writer 💕
16th Dec 2024 11:59am
I am so happy that you read this. I kept it short wanting people to get the idea of it.
PS I would never call you crazy we never know;))
PS I would never call you crazy we never know;))
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I like the artwork, Fia. Ultimately, even the flames could not defeat her! I've been carrying this thought around with me all afternoon, as I walked to the doctor's surgery to hand in a prescription. It didn't take me all afternoon to walk there, just to be clear! 😉
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