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HezuNeutral — Witches 2019 BLOCK A
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Inktober day 2Continuing from my Witch Blocks from last year:
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The Chocolate Witch
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This lovely young witch resides near a lively neighborhood, at the edge of the woods near a creak filled with stones.
Many come to visit her little shop often, her delicious treats wracking up quite a profit.
But within her, she feels unsatisfied.
Drudgingly ill with the sickeningly sweet smells, she feels a desperate need to venture the forest outside her den.
There she searches endlessly through cinnamon wood, apple pine, licorice stalks, and many other flavorful organics.
Her daily routine as of now, swirls around her need to find new flavors. New smells.
To find new passions.
She doesn't just want to create chocolate. She wants to do so much more.
With a single bite from perhaps a jollybee-jewel crystal candy of hers could cure one's cancerous disease in mere moments.
Perhaps she can create a sweet made with no sugar, nor substitutes, nor sweetly smell at all.
Perchance a lolly that gives you glowing-star freckles.
Her ideas and dreams are endless.
So when you find yourself craving a delicious treat, and embark on a quest to find the witch in the woods,
If her shop is locked to those on the outside,
Leave peacefully with excitement.
For new treasures and treats await you at the break of a new warm dawn.
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The Pastel Witch
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Bubbly giggles emit from a tall kingdom tower, high above the people down below.
No one dares enter the chambers of the beast that lives inside.
Colorful bubbles, high-pitched enchanting songs, and shining rainbows dance outward from the highest thin window.
Light, soft pastel colors gently painted among the walls make you calm and happy.
Not a gothic tint among these pigments, no, dearest, no.
A girl with sparkling golden glasses peaks out from her door, and beckons you inside.
Rose Quartz dangle from the ceiling, the carpet fluffy and furry beneath your feet.
Such a place so welcoming, so happy, and so…dizzying.
Her laughter is a drug, her touch will catalyze…
Anything and everyone that comes in contact with this young witch finds their color sucked from them. Their entire being becomes…pastel.
You cannot cease your laughter, you cannot stop your foot chatter.
You dance in the hallways with her, ignorant to cruelty, ignorant to darkness.
There is only light here. Only goodness in this place.
A cheerful prison one would willingly subject themselves to.
The friends made with a mere tap of her pencil are hers forever.
And frankly, they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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The Necromancer Witch
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Small hands cluttered with dirt scratch at the patches of soil beneath them.
They uncover bones of lost specimen, long deceased from this plane of existence.
If a femur is missing, or a spine is misshapen, do not fret, and do not fear.
Bone, twigs, clay, mud, glue, moss, paper reeds, and duct tape is all a witch truly needs.
This mysterious witch finds it quite enlightening and fascinating to revive the dead.
Fixing a body for them can become quite…clunky, unfortunately.
The revived follow them like lovesick pets, eager for attention and sustenance.
It’s eagerly craved, and eagerly received.
The witch, reviving deceased species, continues their research for those who walk the Earth once more.
All the while, making new old friends along the way.
