It was a Friday night at about 11: 00 PM. There was a covenant of witches that lived at 142 Maple Street in Gary, Indiana. It was a relatively quiet neighborhood mainly consisting of upper-middle-class families. Everyone was extremely friendly to each other and everyone knew everyone and everything that went on in the neighborhood. No one was aware of what went on in house number 142 but everyone knew that something wasn’t right because the five women that lived there were extremely anti-social. Anyway, it was a full moon and the witches, lead by Anaka, were going to cast a spell of great destruction on this night.
They were going to cast a spell of hate on the neighborhood so that everyone would start murdering and killing each other. These witches were evil and wanted everyone else to be. As they were preparing for the spell they heard a knock at the door. Anaka instructed the other four to keep preparing while she went to get the door.
She opened the door and there stood three women dressed in black robes all with blonde hair and eyes that were so light blue they almost looked clear. Anaka said snobbishly ” Who are you and what the hell do you want?” The one extended her hand and said ” Hello Anaka, the high priestess Hecuba has sent us to you to assist in your spell.” Anaka found it peculiar that this women knew her name so she just went with it and let them in. The pentagram was on the floor, ninety-two candles were lit, the incense were burning, the raven was restrained in a papoose ready for it blood to be shed and it was now time. Anaka instructed everyone to hold hands. She said ” I will start the chant and when I am through, the rest of you are to close your eyes and continue the chant until further instruction.” She began the chant, and when she was done everyone else started chanting except three peculiar women in the black robes. Anaka asked them ” What are you doing? Are you here to assist or not?” They all looked at each other and then looked at her and nodded.
The Essay on Chartist Women
In the beginning of Anna Clark's essay, "Manhood, Womanhood, and the Politics of Class in Britain, 1790-1845," she describes to the reader how the British political system was set up before the Chartists were formed. The upper and middle-classes were the groups with the political authority and the working-class and peasants had nothing politically. The politicians of this time were all men and ...
Anaka was pissed because now she had to start the whole spell over again because the three weir does broke the circle. Anaka started again, then finally everything was running smoothly and the three women were cooperating. Anaka knelt down and began cutting the throat of the raven. Just as she did that the three women began chanting something completely different and much more quickly and Anaka erratically asked ” What the fuck are you doing?” Anaka then looked up and saw the three women staring forcefully at her and they then dropped their robes to reveal white gowns and their eyes began glowing. Anaka looked over to the other four witches that were in her covenant and saw them flopping all around on the floor and there flesh melting off of their bones and evaporating into a black cloud above them. Anaka began getting frantic and tried to run into her room but as she tried to run she fell to the floor and began flopping around like a fish out of the water.
In stereo the three women said ” We are from a covenant of white witches and are doing away with your evil.” Anaka began shrieking as her flesh began melting off of her bones and evaporated into the black cloud above them. Just as that happened the leader of the white witches said ” It is done.” In an instant the black cloud began swirling around like a tornado and went into the raven that was in the papoose and there was a white light all around the room. The leader of the white witches bent down and freed the raven. She opened the window and let go of it.
It flew away, far, far away. The three white witches moved into that house and 142 Maple Street and began socializing with all the neighbors. The neighbors didn’t even realize that it was a different group because no one in the neighborhood ever knew the miserable old witches that were there previously. They mixed and mingled and pretty soon the neighborhood no longer had the one house with a dark cloud over it. One day they were talking with a few of the neighbors and the neighbors were saying how at one point they were starting to think that the women in house 142 were witches, they just looked at each other and laughed.
The Term Paper on Black Woman Harlem White Women
The People, Leisure, and Culture of Blacks During the Harlem Renaissance It seems unfair that the pages of our history books or even the lecturers in majority of classrooms speak very little of the accomplishments of blacks. They speak very little of a period within black history in which many of the greatest musicians, writers, painters, and influential paragon' emerged. This significant period ...
