Chapter: Chapter 21: To Kill a Robust Alive Chicken - Part 1 Whoosh! The frigid sea wind whooshed behind the awkward girl’s back. Maria caught the scent of a mossy redolence and a sweet perfume perfused as the sea wind passed through the overhanging wild white jasmines at the entrance of the secret chamber and brushed its mossy walls and up the slippery, mossy staircase as she made a step from the dim into the luminous cavern kitchen. Maria had followed one of the swollen fingers which she had believed had gone ahead of her. She had climbed the staircase and had stood in front of the trapdoor. The kip had been pushed aside to make a way of the trapdoor that opens to the secret chamber downstairs. The awkward girl wondered where the witch’s lookout went. She was startled when something pulled her lengthy, red gingham skirt that made her almost jump as she had belie
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Chapter: Chapter 20: All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here! The following day after they had the he-goat for mutton, Maria set off again to the crag to the witch’s garden. She had to keep her promise to the witch or else they would behest the seraph, or any of the witch’s creatures, to search and destroy her existence. The cool morning had made all the cocks crowed around the hillside. The sun was rising but the clouds were dense and the sunbeams formed a silver lining on the duplicitous stratocumulus. Maria had told her parents, “Mother, Father, I’m going to help out a woman at the west side of the craggy hill for a few days. The he-goat broke her omnium-gatherum and I have to pay her by helping her out in her garden.” Maria made a long story sho
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Chapter: Chapter 19: Lazing the Afternoon Away It was like one terrifying dream to another transfixing nightmare. It was said early morning dreams come true, except for the ones dreamt while lazing the afternoon away, the awkward girl, who had been awakened in her deep kip, had believed so much. However, afternoon dreams could too as she stared across by the cavern’s dining table to see a goat-headed man, a flying baby, severed limbs, and a witch amongst her. . Maria was dazed to find herself in someone’s kitchen. The last thing she remembered was falling into a damp secret cavern and the broken bottles that her goat had kicked when it got flustered. Earlier, a strident noise of pots crashing woke her from profound
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Chapter: Chapter 18: The End of a Daydream “I shall not lie down before I devour my prey.” Ditiori did not let anyone survive those who attacked his wife. They had slapped and pushed her. Maga had fainted. Dressed in her beautiful garments and all the finery of a woman, Maga had lain cold as the bleak temple floor. Her dark, hooded, velour cloak was a gift from her beloved, Ditiori. “Douche your hooded cloak in the ashes you’ve gathered. It will allay thorns and vermin and protect you, but it can’t protect you from an attacking human though—" Ditiori once said with joshing to his espoused. By the stream, they bathed and teased after washing their dirty clothes, enjoying dipping their bodies in the frigid cold water of the whistling stream. “It’s of no use then, I’m used to bush
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Chapter: Chapter 17: Have You Seen the Love of My Heart? An hour into a boorish repose in a godsend kip, a sweet dream of the star-blown constellations before golden caramel meadows had been swirled by a petrifying nightmarish reverie of a deity giving meat and the evil were cooks. Ditiori had no fear when the heat comes, his leaves were green; the year of the draught was no problem and he could always bear fruit. Desire and greed awakened amongst their brethren. They saw Maga in a white robe protruding with her grown belly. “Her white garment did not even fray or her feet swell.” They watched the beautiful Maga as she passed by the meadows where the community had been gleaning with the seeds that grew in a day. Maga had fallen pregnant with Ditiori’s chi
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Chapter: Chapter 16: Rose From the Ashes “Aha, just what we wanted!” The golden stout grains were planted. Mighty sprouts emerged as the soil swallowed the grains. The desolation of a field of thistles and tumbleweeds was now a bed of perpetual succor of green to golden. The people of the broad plains and rolling hills made a joyful noise. They broke into a song and sang ballads with string instruments, the melody of the lyre, and the music of the harp. “Streams have come out of the rocks and carried water to flow like a river— All glorious the day we
Last Updated: 2021-09-27
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