Terreasa?
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Thread Topic: Terreasa?
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I think your a really good soaper. I cannot find our old soap, unfortunately but I do have a new soap idea. Are you interested? :3
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Yes! :3 yay! I think you're a good soaper too Nashi. :3
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Awwe thank you, sorry I spelt your name wrong xD
Plot: its the 16th centuary, a time where many innocent woman and young girls were killed for being mistaken as witches. But a group of people have found out how to find the real witches, they found out that if a witch kisses someone who is not her true love he will turn into a block of ice, if he is her true love her name will be branded onto his hand.
They suspect a young girl to be a witch, so they send a boy to make her fall in love with him. But then he also falls in love with her...
Their love is forbidden and secret, not a soul can know -
Lol, it's okie. xD
;O; I just read a book about watched for social studies! I'll understand the setting more. xD I love it! :o so should we each get two characters (one couple and one for the group) and then see how it goes? You can choose who you wants. .3. -
Can I be the witch? :3
I also know alot about witches, I watched many movies and read many books about them. :D -
Curse you can. ;3 lol.
I'll be a simple peasant. .3. -
Lol x3
Here's my charie:
Name: Miranda Black
Age: 16
Looks: Pitch black wavy hair that reaches below shoulders, icy blue eyes. Has a few burn marks on arms from playing with fire.
Personality: You'll see
Other: Witch -
Name: Keegan Smith
Age: 17
Looks: (second)
Personality: you'll see
Other: father is a priest, he is expected to marry a reverend's daughter, but doesn't love her. He has soft hands even though he does hard work. -
Not it. .3.
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I'll start! :D
I had clothes, bands, and dyed materials wrapped around my wrists. They were dark blue, purple grey and black. Each had a special meaning to me. I walked the forest, it was dark today. Might be a storm. I walked past a church, I kept my head down as I walked past, not wanting to attract any attention. -
"In the name of the father,son, and the holy spirit, amen." my father preached as I crossed myself. Everyone rose and as I turned to leave, Father called me back.
"Son," he said, placing a gentle, yet firm hand on my shoulder.
"Yes Father?" I asked, making eye contact. My eyes were on him, but my fingers were twisting a ring I had from England that lay on my right index finger.
"You are needed here. In the colony. You must, it is what the Lord has come to me saying in my prayers and in our Elders' visions." he turned and looked at Jesus, up on his cross near the ceiling.
I stood there unsure of what to say and what was to come. -
I sat by a tree, leaning against the bark watching the people leave the church. I was angered how they thought all witch craft was evil, they never considered that there is black magic and white magic. I practice white magic but I'm cautious not to let people see me do this. Its horrid how they burn innocent on a stake, asuming they have powers, most don't. But they burned my mother, killing her. Her body now is in ashes, she was never a witch. It was me, it was always me. They burnt her, my father later comitted suicide so I was left alone to take care of myself
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He took a deep breath. "There's a witch here. We can feel it. But we have yet to find her. We know she's here though. Among us. "
"How do I come in Father?" I questioned. This whole witch thing was always ridiculous in my opinion.
He turned to face me, his face grave. "My dear boy, you know about witches freezing those they do not love, correct?"
I nodded, tempted to add 'yes, but it's not true. Witchcraft is just an old wives tale' but I held my tongue.
"However, if they kiss the one they love, the name gets branded on the young man's arm."
I narrowed my eyes, seeing what he was leading up to. -
So after my parents died, my life has been quite a mess I must admit. I atleast now have a home...well its lonely I suppose but its alright, a small little cottage hidden deep into the woods. I felt some rain fall onto my head, a strike of lightning shattered across the sky. Its too dangerous to head back to the cottage, the church is the only shelter in sight, I'll just sit outside on the porch. I walked slowly, I wore a charm which protected me from lightning and rain, but it was old and was unfortunately wearing off. I walked to the church, and sat outside on the steps, sheltered by the roof. I could sense that the rain would stop soon
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He heard the thunder and looked around frantically. "Evil presences are strong." he whispered and bent his head towards me. "You must make the witch child fall in love with you. When she kisses you, your arm will be branded and then we may hang her." he said quickly. As he straighted his back he turned back to the alter.
I turned to leave. "One more thing, son." he called. I turned and he hadn't looked up to meet my eyes. "The girl is Miss. Black. Do not fail our society." he commented. I nodded and left.
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