Creative Writing: Chapter One Witch, Two

CHAPTER ONE

One Witch, Two Witch, Three Witch, Four

Last night I dreamed that I was standing on the top of a tall wall in the middle of some tiny town. Yellow and red painted timber houses bordered the narrow moonlit cobblestone street below. A witch suddenly appeared out of nowhere and I watched her long black cape, cast an eerie silver shadow. She swiftly searched the darkness and spotted someone who was waddling a ways off. In my dream I saw her hop onto her broomstick and zoom up alongside of the figure and I knew that she too was a witch. I heard her mutter, "Are we late?" and there was no reply. I watched her leap off and curled her long arm around her waist. They strolled at each other's side for a while and then the stranger asked,

The figure pounded his fist on the tabled causing goblets to fly off in all directions. "Shut up you pathetic saw jawed hagfish. If I had wanted your opinion I would ask for it," he growled loudly and I saw every head turn.

"Oh yes, yes lord. Please forgive me and accept my most humble apologies," she said and I saw that her eyes were filled with fear. "I just meant ..."

"I asked you to be silent!" the shadow snapped and then started pacing around in circles and mumbling to himself. "I've been sloppy in the past and foiled by fate ... but I won't let that happen again. Yes, I know better now."

"Oh you have always been wiser than the rest my lord," one of the witches whispered and what appeared to be tears of delight trickled down her cheeks. "That's why there is no greater honor than to service under such and clever leader."

The shadow ignored the comment and continued to mumble, "I'm sure that those two uncooperative beasts in the dungeon have it hidden someplace. Hum, if only I could get them to talk and tell me where. Or if perhaps ... well no that wouldn't work. Well then again you never know maybe it would," the shadow said turning and I saw him point his crooked finger at one of the witches who was cowering in the

I winced and I glanced around. Suddenly I spotted a goblin sitting in front of me cross-legged in my grandmother's rocking chair. "Good morning, Aiden," he said with a hideous smile drumming his bony fingers on one his spindly legs. In the sunlight that filtered through my bedroom windowpane I could see that he goblin and a ghastly sight. He was covered with warts and his skin was an awful shade of greenish-yellow. He had glowing beady red eyes, and sharp, shiny fangs that glistened in the sunlight.

Gripped with fear I shut my eyes tight hoping that he would disappear, but when I opened them again he was still there. We stared at each other for a while and I felt as if everything was strangely frozen then finally I screamed for help but no one came.

"Aiden I said Good morning, aren't you going to be polite and respond," he repeated and his words got through making me furious.

"Why are you sitting in my grandmother's rocker? And how did you know my name?"

"I know who you are," he whispered and stood up, walked over to the window gazed out for a moment then looked over at me