As The Witch Cried - A Short Story

It seems that short stories are something I am getting addicted to, so here goes another:

The people of Nahavish get ready to burn the witch which was caught earlier on. Read on ahead to know what happens

Story after the jump! Read ahead! ;)


Struggling and trying hard she was. Her cat like eyes moved about from one corner of the eye to another as she kept a track of the human priest that moved about her chanting his religious and holy rituals out loud.

Bound by ropes, hanged on a pillar - she was as close to death as a dying man. She struggled like a kid, putting all her force into that struggle, wishing that the ropes might splinter, and break. All she needed was that one critical second and she would be free. As she did so, she thought about her carelessness she performed earlier that day, that threw her right into the traps of these 'devilish' humans.

Priest: "Witch! Prepare to be burned. Your likes were never welcome here, and NEVER will be. You careless little demon, trying to roam around our town as if you were some human? Pfft."

Witch: "I'd watch that tongue of yours if I were you human! God forbid these ropes break, I shall cut that tongue out with my bare hands and feed it to the dogs"

Priest: "Silence witch! Talking about God as if you were some special holy creature. *spits*. And don't worry, before those ropes break I'll make sure that that pretty face of yours is burning like a candle. Your screams shall echo these lands demon"

Witch: "My screams shall torment each and every one of you. From that little boy over there, to that old women standing there. Every one shall be tormented. Let my curse befall this town! My death will be the start of yours!"

Priest: "Ha Ha ha ! Foolish witch. You think some random babble, and curse will scare me. We shall be protected by God as long as we live!"

Priest: "Light the torch"

Witch: *struggles harder* "NO!"

Priest: "Prepare to light the witch on my command. Haha witch! Where did your non-sense talk go now"

Witch: "Leave me be you demon dog! LET ME GO"

Priest: "Light that filthy witch up! Let her screams remind the others that we shall not tolerate their kind here!"

*Person throws torch onto the hay-stack right below the witch*

As the town watched, the witch scream Cried in agony as the flames got hotter and hotter, bigger and stronger. Till when the silence took over. An odor took the air, as the witch now lay on the ground. Lifeless, and deformed.

The town watched her another minute before they all set about their tasks again....For this was, just another normal day for Nahavish....

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