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Wednesday, May 19, 2004

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I wrote this for.... entertainment? Long time ago I want to see how it'd go here.


Chapter I

The Execution
I watched as they walked her up to the gallows, that were set upon a hill. It was a grieving period, even though not all of our loved ones were gone. The councilmen have accused many young girls of witchery in the past months. Belinda Roberts was accused because, just last week she wore a red ribbon in her hair, they accused her of being in the league with Satan. I am horrified that they make us watch as our friends and families are killed. What madmen run this town? our little town of Salem? I believe they are possessed that the Devil lives in them, and that they should be hanged for such cruelty and, to make us watch, but I must not say my thoughts or I shall sentenced also.
The night even seemed to be Mourning as an unusual fog rolled at our heels. I looked up at the cloudy, starless sky. They took belinda up to the platform, her face emotionless, she was staring at the ground.
They put her head through the loop of rope. she stood on a box, and then without warning, the executioner kicked out the box from under her. Such pain, no one deserves a death like this, I knew Belinda and her family, and they were good Christian people. they would never have anything to do with the devil. Her face started to turn blue and her feet twitched and then she was still. Her eyes were bulging, her tongue hanging out.
She was dead. I don’t think I could ever believe that this was cruel reality. I buried my head in my mother’s arm and began to cry. Belinda had been my best friend in the whole world. I hadn’t noticed but my mother had tears running down her face also, Belinda had been as much as a Daughter to her as a sister to me. My father lay one hand on my shoulder and the other on my mother’s. We turned around and headed for our house.
I went to my room and changed into my flannel nightgown, and then brushed my hair. I went into deep thought while I was brushing. My Auburn hair was curly, and I realized that I looked just as my mother did when she was younger, Dark auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes. My mother’s hair was faded with gray developing at the sides, but her face was still young and lively as it had always been. My thoughts suddenly changed to Andrew Miller,
his hair, a sand color and his big, deep brown eyes. I would occasionally see him when I went to borrow something from his mother. He would be sitting in the corner whittling or tending to the fire. Every once and a while I would catch him staring at me as I waited for his mother. Oh how I wish he was thinking what I hope he was thinking..... but those are not proper thoughts for a lady. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by my mother coming into the room.
“Have you seen my mixing spoon, Nora dear?”she asked.
“No mother, I have not. Is Maryann all right?”
“I’m afraid not my dear, her fever is still high, but with a little rest she should be up in no time.”
My Mother had always been a cheery Irish Woman who looked at the bright side of things. Maryann is my younger sister and at the moment was unwell.
“Do you need my help mother?” I didn’t wait for an answer, I got up and went into the cooking area. My father was carrying in logs from outside. His hair was astray and his face pink from the cool wind outside. While my mother was bustling about in the other room looking for her spoon, I grabbed my robe and headed for the back door.
“What do you think your doing child?” my mother asked, a look of fear on her face. “ Your not descent enough to go outside, and if your caught outside by yourself, you are sure to be burned!”
“Don’t worry mother, it’s dark out so it doesn’t matter if I’m descent, and I am going to walk on the path behind the stables.”
My mother let out a heavy sigh and told me that I could go. I started to walk down the dirt path and headed towards the forest. My mother had told me stories from Ireland, about fairies and leprechauns who lived in the forest, and played music and Danced around attracting people with their lively tune. if you were not careful they would make you one of the Dancing Undead, and you would be forced to dance to their music forever. I had always wanted to see them, just a peek and not be caught. I was scared to even think about that memory because of all the superstitious thoughts running around. All the accusations of witchcraft. I started into the forest I knew it by heart, Belinda and I used to play in the forest all the time.... Belinda... she wasn’t here anymore. I walked keeping mt thought to myself when I heard the sound of a person playing a piccolo, or was it a person? I knew there was a clearing just over that brush. Could it be Leprechauns and fairies? I walked slowly, to avoid being heard and pulled the brush back. I was truly shocked at what I saw.
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