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The Accused Witch

The girl sitting alone on the pavement

Six days. No food, no water, no clean clothes, no anything, except for the chilling air and the endless high wall that surrounds me. And oh, before I forget, there’s also this deafening silence. Darn.

I wonder what they were thinking. Are they really serious to keep me captive here forever? Do they really think I’m not a human?! Stupid. I heard them the first day they caught me. They thought I’m a witch. Curse them if I am. After all I did to help them cast away the demons in their village! Now they are accusing me as a witch and the cause of all the mayhem that is happening again in their town?! They are unbelievable!  What a faithless generation indeed.

The unclean spirits I casted away will haunt them a seven times more now. It was not my fault. It is just the way it is. And if they wouldn’t pray and believe in the name of Jesus, and repent for their sins, they’ll be just…worst.

For six days, I tried not to pray. I was consumed by my anger; anger to the people who did this to me. So, I did all the ways I could to escape in this dungeon without any help from above. But I give up now. You see, when you learn how to live all your life without worrying because you have faith in God’s words, everything becomes easy. But doing it all on your own? Nah, that’s a hopeless way.

I am just about to pray for God’s help when… “Hello!” A voice says from above.

Jesus, thank you! That was fast! I was just about to ask for your help, sorry for my stubbornness.

“Hello?” repeats the voice.

“Who are you?” I shout back.

“Goodness! You’re alive!”

“Yeah.”

“S—so, the rumors are true! You’re indeed a w—witch then.”

“Sir, are you here to prove the rumors or will you help me?”

“H—help you, but I don’t know how to get you out of there!”

“A tall ladder perhaps?”

“Oh yes, right. Ladder. Will you wait for me then, I’ll just get the ladder?”

“Sure. I don’t have a choice, do I?”

Evening had passed. The man and the ladder is nowhere. So I start to pray again. This time, I pray fully.

When I open my eyes, I see a silvery white rope hanging above me. It is beautiful, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I grab it and I climb upwards, and I am amaze at how easily I manage to climb without getting a scratch.

As I reach the top, I see a beautiful tall man drape in a silvery white cloth. I suspect that the rope was made with the same material for his dress.

“Get out of here fast,” the tall being says.

“Are you the man—“

“No. Hear me; you have to get out of this place now.”

“No,” I say, “I gave my word to the man that I will wait here.”

“The townsfolk tricked you. They send that man to know whether you’re still alive, and to prove to themselves that what they were thinking in their hearts were true. They will be on their way now to get you and burn you at the stake. You must get out of here now. Here, get this, this will guide you on your way to a safe place. Just ask it.”

The tall being lay a compass on my hand, and in an instant, he is gone.

Did he say to ask the compass? I look at the compass, and it doesn’t have the usual direction of N, S, E, and W. There is just an arrow that was continually spinning.

“Okay, compass, guide me to a place where I could eat, drink, bathe, and sleep. And oh, make sure it is safe.”

And the arrow stops spinning and point to a direction before me.

12 Comments

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    pink woods

    July 7, 2011

    This is my entry for the Sunday Picture Press of Indigo Spider (www.indigospider.wordpress.com) using Visual Prompt 2.

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    Janet Sunderland

    July 8, 2011

    Having spent a lot of time with spinning compasses in my life, I appreciate this. Thanks! And thanks for additing yourself to my blog. Life’s more simple now, the compass surer. I send a hug.

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      pink woods

      July 9, 2011

      Aww, thank you Ms. Janet Sunderland. And Thanks for the hug! 🙂

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    Indigo Spider

    July 8, 2011

    Nicely done. I like the use of the compass, great imagery to “point the way.” So happy you like the picture prompts!

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      pink woods

      July 9, 2011

      I’m really glad you appreciate it Indigo Spider. 🙂 And yes, I’m looking forward for more of your picture prompts! I really like your Sunday Picture Press writing challenges!

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    noobcake

    July 11, 2011

    My burning question now is who was the man with the rope? I really enjoyed the main characters inner voice and felt her despair but also her resolve to keep her hope alive. Nicely written!

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      pink woods

      July 11, 2011

      Thank you! I’m glad you appreciate my fondness of writing inner voices. By the way, the man with the rope was actually, let say, someone sent by God to help her. 🙂

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    teaselcreatures

    October 2, 2012

    The story makes me want to know what happens next….

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      Pink Woods

      May 26, 2013

      Me too. But I don’t usually build stories with definite ending. I just can’t seem to. Thanks for reading it.

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