Revenge of the Reincarnated Witch
In the spring of 1692, Lizzie burned at the stake. Reincarnated in the 21st century, she finds herself riding a pick-up truck off to a music festival with the reincarnation of the girls that burned with her. And the driver? William, the lover that left her without an explanation. William’s charm in this lifetime is as irresistible as it used to be and she can't deny the longing she feels. To find peace and happiness, she was tasked by a quirky deity to avenge herself and the other ‘witches’ from the people that wronged them. But how was she going to find out who were the ones that wronged the other girls? In her quest for justice, Lizzie will discover the best (and worst) of both worlds of the colonial era and the 21st century as she goes back and forth into her dreams, visions, and reality. Will she succeed with her revenge and find happiness too? ========== DRAMATIC EXCERPT: "Lizzie, please don't forget that I love you." Will said as he clutched his shirt near his chest. "I never stopped loving you Elizabeth Ainsworth." He took a step forward to reach out for me and I shielded myself with my hands. "Don't come near me, you filthy bastard!" I screamed at him, enraged with his lies. I closed my eyes as I stepped backwards and held back my tears. "You did nothing to defend me from your father!" "No Lizzie, I did what I could. I -" his voice faded and I was left in the parking lot, dazed and my arms crossed as if to shield myself from his advance. When I blinked, William vanished and Bash came back into sight. He gave me a questioning look and asked, "Ummm.. What are you doing Lizzie?" My eyes darted from Bash's head to toe and he gave a nervous laugh at my reaction. I breathed short and heavy gasps and my sweat went cold. "You look like you've seen a ghost." He said. ========= UPDATES INDEFINITE Coverphoto grabbed from pinterest, it will be taken down should the owner request to. If you know the original artist then please inform me so i can add proper credits
Panic at the Festival
I literally froze in place.
Did I hear her right or had I just misread her lips from all the noise that banged around us?
"What do you mean they are coming to Coachella?!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs as there was no chance of the crowd becoming quite enough for us to clearly hear each other.
Becky looked out to the stage where the boys had continued on to a new song, and she shook her head as if she was having second thoughts – or perhaps regrets – that she came with them instead of who our parents provided us to bring with.
"Let's get out of here for a while!" I told her.
The crowd was wild and it will probably take us about more than just a few minutes to wade through the sea of people. I grabbed on to Becky's arm and dragged ourselves out of the tent to have a talk about our current dilemma.
"Becky, we can't have mom and dad on our tails!" I said. "We need to find a way to dissuade them from coming."