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
Cool Off
Bash's words kept playing on repeat inside my head. They were going on an endless loop, and I tossed and turned in bed as I tried to shun them away. Why does his words bother me so much?
"Lizzie," I heard someone call out to me.
I turned my head and noted Ali was wide awake. It has been three days since we arrived at their place, and the girls were all cooped up in their guestroom.
Ali could have just chosen to stay in her room, but she insisted on accompanying us, and this is how we have ended up now. Two Double deck beds inside a guestroom, Becky and Suzy below while Ali and I were above.
"Can't sleep too?" she asked.
It was quite dim in the room, and the only light that permeated was the moon's shine from the window with blinds. Ali lay on her stomach, and her head was propped on her palms as she tilted her head. She was obviously waiting for me to reply and I nodded meekly.