I remember when we first came by the cottage at the end of the stream on my way to our village. I imagined there was a witch inside brewing some toadish stew. Maybe there was a big green ogre who just wanted to live his life in peace.
My paintings of the place became my solace. When the world was cruel, I imagined locking the offenders into that house.
I drew them inside – locked with fires rising within. None of them survived.
Now that my power has grown. I needn’t draw them anymore. All thanks to the cottage.
(It’s that time again. Friday Fictioneers! Join us or die!… or not. It’s fun, though! The writing part, not the dying part. :P)
Dear Melony,
I’m intrigued. Did she stop drawing because she no longer needed solace? Or is it because she’d conquered all of her demons and no longer needed to draw them? Imaginative piece that left me wanting to know more.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLike
Thanks, Rochelle! It’s a bit of a two part story. Half grounded in a reality where she no longer needed to draw because she had grown stronger from it, but the other half is fantasy in which she learned the power of darkness and magicked with her paint brush. hehe Either way she’s now stronger than those who hurt her most.
LikeLike
There may not be a witch inside, but you possess your own kind of magic. Well done, Melony!
LikeLike
Thanks, Josslyn! That’s such a great compliment! āŗ
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re very welcome! š
LikeLike
She sounds as though she’s honed her art. I won’t be asking her to draw my portrait, though. Nicely done.
LikeLike
Heheh nor will I, Sandra. She’s pretty dangerous! Thanks so much for dropping by š
LikeLike
We all have our own crutches and handholds by which we’re able to move around the world. I loved this
LikeLike
Thanks, Neil. You’re not wrong. Some are just more seen than others
LikeLike
Excellent.
I love the ambiguity of ‘I drew them inside’, sets up the final unasked question beautifully.
Tiny typo at the end with ‘drawn’?
LikeLike
Thanks! So glad to see you back! š you are correct. I fixed it all up now.
LikeLike
I like the images you have drawn with this, and now I wonder who were the offenders.
LikeLike
Thanks! It’s so hard in so few words. I imagine there were many offenders whomever they were. āŗ
LikeLike
I promise not to offend her.
LikeLike
Hehe probably a wise decision! š
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think you should tread carefully around her… love the way I can see her drawing her to her web.
LikeLike
Right you are, Bjorn! She’s not to be taken lightly. I think she might have to be explored a bit more. heh
LikeLike
I like how you subtly end that she has conquered all her demons. Nicely done.
LikeLike
Thank you! āŗ
LikeLike
remind me never to offend you! nice story
LikeLike
Lol I’m not so bad. My witches can be tho. lol š
LikeLike
Great how this has come full circle: she imagined herself.
LikeLike
Thanks! I hoped that was obvious. š
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love that her power has grown – the seed of a longer story?
LikeLike
Perhaps so! I’m considering it definitely. āŗ
LikeLike
A well constructed piece of growing powers. I don’t think I’m the only one to see it being developed further either!
LikeLike
Thanks, Graham. I definitely think I need to explore her more for sure! š
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love this – eerie and with a real fairy tale quality to the writing and the subject. I like the hints and violence and lack of it – nicely done. Funny, I thought fairy tales too š
LikeLike
Thanks so much, Lynn! It was such a magical photo i couldn’t not do fairy or fantasy. š
LikeLike
Melony, it seems the power has shifted from the tormentors to the tormented. I like the way you slowly turned the tide.
LikeLike
Thanks, Joe! I’m so pleased to know the intended effect came through for so many. āŗ
LikeLike
Cool, Melony. Just a plain, good story. Wonderful!
LikeLike
Ohhh thanks so much! That means a lot to meš
LikeLike
Coping mechanisms. We all have them. We all need them!
LikeLike
Absolutely. It’s a fine line between finding a way to cope and being consumed by it.
LikeLike
The kind of “drawing” she did ā so much ambiguity there!
An artist finds some way to deal with reality. The question is: When does reality imitate art?
A beautifully written, mysterious story!
LikeLike
Wow. Such a beautiful way to look at my little story. Thank you so much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s my pleasure! š
LikeLike
Ah, the brush is greater than the word. Or something.
LikeLike
Hehe indeed it is, Patrick! š
LikeLike
Great magic, transferring the power from her tools to herself. I love this.
LikeLike
I like the way her power has grown by the end. I wondered at one point whether it had increased to the point where she was actually killing them. Well written.
LikeLike
Fun fantasy!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Who’s the wicked witch now?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nicely done. I think the first sentence would be more powerful if it is tightened. There is too much information there that the reader doesn’t need to know. But I love the fairy tale quality and the way her imagination turned into her reality. Great job.
LikeLike