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
To Know You More
Bash and I walked from the ferris wheel back to the camping grounds. The plastic cups and trash from yesterday's events were scattered everywhere. People were either snoring in their tents, camping in their own car, or plain passed out drunk on the grounds.
It was a good thing that the place was getting brighter with the rising of the sun. We could tell which way was better to walk on, taking into consideration we were still barefoot.
Cool wind blew from the west, and I wrapped my arms around me. I tried to cover as much skin as I could, but my thin arms weren't that helpful.
The summer breeze is really trying to test me here, alright. I wasn't fond of the cold and here I am, with barely enough cloth on and walking with my bare feet.
They were beginning to get sore too. It was a good thing most of the grounds in Coachella were full of well-trimmed and maintained grass.
If it weren't, I don't know if I could go on any further at all.