🦴"The cold can burn"🩸

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•it all happened so fast my mother dragged me in the house shutting the thin wooden door locking it with another thick piece of wood we traveled to the small room it the back of the house, my mother held me and held me so tight before she got to say goodbye, tears streaming down her pale face, the door gashed open with an ax ripping me from my mothers arms•
"FILTHY WITCH! TRYING TO KILL US ALL! YOU NO GOOD DEVIL WORSHIPER!" This was the bad man your mother warned you about, he was not very smart to be the "lead" of small town the we used to call home. He was a strongly built man. He was running a town of animals.
"I'm not a witch!" She stated calmly, with eyes staring at her like daggers Piercing into her fragile skin
•he dragged her out of the small little home crushing the flowers you planted,not only did the mean man crush the flowers, it was crushing your heart.• 
•your little pattering foot steps followed your mother being dragged to the central of town,•
"PLEASE" the shouted your mother out of breath sounding not so calm•
"DONT LET MY CHILD SEE THE ACTS OF YOUR WRONG DOING!"
•they ignored her they started tying her to a metallic pole•
"BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE SATEN SPAWN!"
"DON'T BE A HERO LET HER BURN!"
"M-mama..?"you spat
•sun dried hay was stacked around her feet•
"BURN THE WITCH!"
•he brought the the torch to the hay•
"NO MAMA!"
"MY BABY!"





•screaming, the cries coming from your mother, the fires slowly engulfing your mother in flames. The children singing and dancing around your mother screaming being burned alive•
" DiNg-DoNg! ThE wItCh Is DeAd!DiNg-DoNg! ThE wItCh Is DeAd!DiNg-DoNg! ThE wItCh Is DeAd!!"
•her eyeballs melting out of her head, crisping hair, turning to chard. There finding this funny. Parting. Dancing. Laughing.•
"CURSE YOU ALL! ALL HELL WORSHIPERS!"
•all heads snapped towards you•
"Would you like to join your mother you little sh^t.?" Said the mean man. He was creeping towards you.
•not taking the chance you bolted away•

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