Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep within the enchanted forest, there lived a cursed witch. She was known for her wicked ways and feared by all who knew of her existence. The witch's curse was not like any ordinary spell, for instead of causing harm to others, it afflicted her with an unbearable burden that she was condemned to carry for eternity. The curse had transformed the witch's appearance, with her once beautiful face now twisted and grotesque. Her once nimble fingers were now gnarled and bent, making every action a painful struggle. It was said that anyone who looked upon her cursed form would be forever haunted by her visage, plagued with nightmares and ill fortune.
A small circle of children gathered around us, cheering and watching. Two bullies against me. When they realized I wasn’t kidding, they started to retreat and get back on their bicycle. I yelled at them, and said they would be punished for hurting my sister, and that if they didn’t stop being mean to people, they were cursed. I cursed them. I told them that they would get hurt on their bicycle and their feet would be cut off for kicking my sister! They started pedaling away. They got about 5 feet away from us, when there was an awful scream! One of the mean girls who had kicked my sister, was riding piggy back on the bike; the heel of her foot got caught in the spokes of the bicycle and sliced off all the way to bone – literally. Blood was everywhere! They both looked at me terrified and started wailing through their tears, “Witch! Witch! You’re a witch. ” The other children looked shocked and frightened, for they had witnessed all that had unfolded. I, too, was shocked! I tried to help them, but they screamed even more.
One of the mean girls who had kicked my sister, was riding piggy back on the bike; the heel of her foot got caught in the spokes of the bicycle and sliced off all the way to bone literally. After you are aware that the hex has been delivered through social media, hearing about that person s troubles, or magical sensing cut the bond between the two of you through any regular spell.
It was said that anyone who looked upon her cursed form would be forever haunted by her visage, plagued with nightmares and ill fortune. Feeling the weight of her curse, the witch retreated from society, hiding herself away within a dilapidated cottage deep in the heart of the forest. She lived a solitary existence, shunned by all but the woodland creatures who had come to accept her with empathy and understanding.
FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES
We had just moved into base housing in Honolulu, Hawaii. I was eight years young. My little sister was five. My little sister and I were outside exploring the neighborhood and playing. There were two girls about my age on a bicycle. One was pedaling, the other was on the handlebars. We weren’t bothering anyone. We were smelling the flowers, looking at slugs, finding snails.
They yelled something at my sister, then got off their bike and started picking on her, kicking and pushing her to the ground. The had pushed her hard enough that she was bleeding. She cried in pain. Believe me, my little sister is the sweetest, kindest being ever. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. I saw what was happening and ran by her side to defend her. I told the girls to stop being mean to my sister, or I would stop them. They didn’t care, and came after me, so I did what my father had taught me to do, I fought back. (He always told us, “Never throw the first punch, but if someone punches you first, punch them back hard enough that they’ll never think about doing it again.”)
A small circle of children gathered around us, cheering and watching. Two bullies against me. When they realized I wasn’t kidding, they started to retreat and get back on their bicycle. I yelled at them, and said they would be punished for hurting my sister, and that if they didn’t stop being mean to people, they were cursed. I cursed them. I told them that they would get hurt on their bicycle and their feet would be cut off for kicking my sister! They started pedaling away. They got about 5 feet away from us, when there was an awful scream! One of the mean girls who had kicked my sister, was riding piggy back on the bike; the heel of her foot got caught in the spokes of the bicycle and sliced off all the way to bone – literally. Blood was everywhere! They both looked at me terrified and started wailing through their tears, “Witch! Witch! You’re a witch. ” The other children looked shocked and frightened, for they had witnessed all that had unfolded. I, too, was shocked! I tried to help them, but they screamed even more.
Word spread quickly throughout the neighborhood… That was the day I became “Sherrane The Great”, protector of the innocent! No one who hung with me got bullied or messed with, ever again. Not on my watch.
And those bullies, afterwards they apologized and asked for the curse to be removed. They played very nicely afterwards.
To this day, I have to watch my temper and what comes out of my mouth when I am angry, because it happens. My youngest daughter is the exact same way. I had to teach her at a young age to cover her mouth when she is angry enough to hurt someone, for the same reasons.
Harm none, but I have the right to protect myself and those I love.
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Rumors of the cursed witch spread throughout the village, causing a mixture of fear and curiosity among its inhabitants. Some believed that she possessed powerful magic, while others believed she was a pawn of darkness. Yet, despite the fear she instilled, there were those who pitied her, recognizing the torment she endured. In reality, the witch longed to be free from the curse that bound her. Day after day, she searched for a way to break the spell, pouring over ancient tomes and consulting with the spirits of the forest. It was during one of these contemplative moments that she stumbled upon a passage that spoke of a possible remedy. According to the passage, the curse could be broken by an act of selflessness. The witch realized that if she could find it in her heart to perform a genuinely kind deed without seeking any benefit or reward, she might find redemption and release from her eternal torment. Empowered by this glimmer of hope, the witch ventured back into the village, determined to find an opportunity to perform the selfless act that would free her from her curse. As she pedaled her rickety bike through the dimly lit streets, she encountered various individuals in need of assistance - a lost child, a grieving widow, and a struggling shopkeeper. With each act of kindness, the witch's burden seemed to lighten, and little by little, her appearance began to transform. The once twisted features softened, and her fingers regained their dexterity. The villagers, who had once feared her, began to see the genuine compassion within her and acknowledged her attempts to change. As the witch continued her selfless acts, the curse grew weaker, and hope blossomed deep within her soul. Finally, after years of carrying the weight of the curse, the witch was freed from her eternal torment. Her curse broken, she returned to her cottage, no longer hiding herself away but embracing the villagers who had come to accept her. The story of the cursed witch pedaling away serves as a reminder that redemption and transformation are possible, even for those burdened with a curse. It highlights the power of selflessness and the potential for change, no matter how dire the circumstances may be..
Reviews for "Pedaling Towards Destiny: The Story of the Cursed Witch"
1. Jane - 1/5 stars - "I was really disappointed with 'Cursed Witch Pedaling Away'. I found the storyline to be confusing and disjointed, with no clear direction. The characters lacked depth and I struggled to connect with any of them. Additionally, the writing style felt clumsy and awkward, making it difficult to immerse myself in the story. Overall, this book just didn't captivate me and I cannot recommend it."
2. Mark - 2/5 stars - "I had high hopes for 'Cursed Witch Pedaling Away', but unfortunately, it fell short of my expectations. The pacing was incredibly slow, making it a struggle to stay engaged. The plot was predictable and lacked originality. The writing style was also rather bland, with cliché dialogue and uninspiring descriptions. Sadly, this book was not the captivating and thrilling read I had anticipated."
3. Sarah - 2/5 stars - "While 'Cursed Witch Pedaling Away' had an interesting premise, it failed to deliver on its potential. The characters were underdeveloped and lacked motivation, making it difficult to root for or care about their fates. The plot meandered and seemed to lose focus, leaving me feeling bored and disinterested. The writing itself was average, with nothing that stood out as particularly compelling or engaging. Overall, I was disappointed by this book and wouldn't recommend it to others looking for a gripping read."