This is my entry for Weekly Wattpad contest 55
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There nothing quite like fear, is there?First the cold setting into your bones then the fire setting you alight. That sense of crippling anticipation and rush of adrenaline. The feeling of hearing your own heart beating and the ringing scream let loose from your lips.

There are many things people have came to fear.

But only the ignorant let it rule over them.

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"--a witch,"

Alse Tituba turned with a cold smile at the little girl who had spoken. The people in the market continued about thier business unaware of the drama brewing.

"Who, dear child, do you speak of?"

The girl, a ten year old by the name of Alice, smirked and brushed off her dress."You of course, I've seen your family do unholy things, no surprise you have not wedded."

"Do you know what happens to silly little girls with sharp tongues?"

The girl said nothing and waited.

"They get theirs cut off and their mouths stitched shut."

The smirked faded and a look of anger replaced it. "I'll take you court that i will, don't you dare curse me I know what you did to my brother,"

Alse blinked and blended to the knees before the girl. "And just what have i done to your kin?"

"You, You killed him that you did!"

"Your very mistaken child."

"I am not the one with mistakes here Miss."

Alse laughed, her laugh fierce and crazed. The girl seem to get that the woman was unhinged and stepped back.

"Have you any mind of how many innocent women and men your brother tortured and burned alive? The sweet children such as yourself he hanged without a blink?"

"My brother fought for the law and our lord!"

Alse leaned forward and for minute Alice feared a slap.

She got a kiss to her forehead.

"Innocence is rare, do what you must to protect yours. But remember, the night is long and i thrive in it."

She left the girl with a anxious heart and fearful eyes.

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There are no true words to describe hate. You act like you know it and you wear as an amour to protect your weak heart. But there has never been a soul alive born to this world with hate in their heart.

Her sister was dead. Her mother hanged and now she was set to burn, a woman without a home.

They laughed as they tied her and held her down. They smiled as they beat her and spilled her blood.

Spill thy wicked blood to rid thy horrid curse.

"Not so powerful now, are yah?" The man tightens the rope around her hands as the others prepared the stake.

"An' it harm none, do as Ye will." Alse whispered and let her hate and fear go.

Only the sickest took pleasure in pain. But the insane smiled through it.

The world was ashes.
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