Once upon a dark and eerie night, a sinister witch glided through the silent town on her enchanted bicycle. Her long, black cloak billowed in the wind as she cackled with wicked delight. The moonlight cast a haunting glow on her pale, sallow face, revealing her sinister intentions. The townspeople trembled in fear as rumors of the witch's evil powers spread like wildfire. It was said that she could cast spells with a mere flick of her bony fingers. Her cackling laughter echoed through the night, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to hear it.
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Her cackling laughter echoed through the night, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to hear it. Children were warned to stay indoors and bolt their windows shut when the moon was full, for that was when the witch was said to be at her most powerful. Some claimed to have seen her flying above the rooftops on her broomstick, while others whispered tales of her turning innocent animals into sinister creatures to do her bidding.
The Dark Witch
What is it about home for me? Of course, there is the vagabond, the adventurer, the renovator, the restless change agent with serial careers, educations, partners, searching for the “abode of comfort and belonging”, good for a while but then inevitably the itching, the discontent, the seeing of holes in the story. A temporariness about life.
Is it not trusting that it will last? Getting in front of the inevitable abandonment? That’s part of it perhaps. I felt abandoned as a child. My mother, pictured here, wanted to be an artist, or out dancing, partying, not stuck with three little kids and her husband’s elderly mother. Or at least that’s the story I’ve told myself. It makes some sense as it allows me to be a seeker, a yearner for home.
But what if that’s not it? What else is here? Maybe I entered the world feeling abandoned by my spiritual home, not ready to be here, not wanting this home and yearning to be back, safe, without suffering. Did I know this was a ‘life sentence’ at some level? I do have the sense I arrived angry, a mad as hell little creature who wasn’t at home and was not to be comforted.
So my mother, then, was not the abandoner. She was the rescuer, the comforter, provider for my needs in this world where I didn’t belong. She was in a sense the victim, not the perpetrator and I was inconsolable. Wow! What a dark witch!!
If that’s so, then the search, the sadness, the yearning for home is something I cannot have here on earth. I am destined to wander, to seek and not find, lament and rage and hunger for what I can never have, to suffer until the return and gift of death. I can find a kind of home here if I understand it is not ultimate or infinite, always partial and temporary. I can begin to understand the dark feminine in me that disrupts, destroys, is careless and selfish and demanding in my search for what I can’t have. I have lived my life as a temper tantrum, like a two-year old, dedicated to my own path despite the consequences for myself and others. I have been running my baby carriage into the wall, a story often told of me as a toddler, all my life.
What are the consequences then of this hidden dark path? Restlessness, hunger, inability to really love, to trust another, or even myself? Always looking for what’s NOT there, at some level knowing it’s not right, not whole. This dark feminine, my dark sister, has been bubbling below the surface and erupting when the pressure built without my even knowing it. My vagabond has been running away from life and love as well as seeking adventure and discovery. I have told myself countless times, perhaps home is just around the corner – a new job, new interest, new relationship, out there somewhere waiting if I just persist, adapt, keep looking.
So now after a long dark passage and a reunion with my dark inner sister, I know home is not out there, it’s in here, as good as it gets. What does that teach me? To acknowledge and honour the dark feminine energy but not let it drive me, to bring it into balance and wholeness. To allow both the gypsy and the settler, the permanent and sustaining as well as the transient and temporary, and to know they are interwoven, inseparable, the darkness and the light as opportunity in every moment.
Copyright © 2023 Susan Wright
House of Witches "… immortal possessors of magical talents, practitioners of good and evil."
The sinister witch on the bicycle became the stuff of nightmares for the residents of the town. Every creak in the night, every rustle of the wind, was a reminder of her ominous presence. People feared for their safety, never knowing when she might strike next. Despite their fear, some brave individuals dared to challenge the witch's reign of terror. They formed a secret alliance, determined to uncover her secrets and put an end to her wicked ways. Armed with ancient books of spells and incantations, they sought to weaken her powers and restore peace to the town. As the moon waxed and waned, the battle between good and evil raged on. The sinister witch tormented the townspeople with her dark magic, but the alliance fought back with unwavering determination. They worked tirelessly, researching ancient texts and performing rituals to weaken the witch's powers. Finally, after many nights of relentless pursuit, the alliance discovered the witch's weakness - the evil amulet that fueled her dark magic. With the knowledge in hand, they launched a daring plan to destroy the amulet and strip the witch of her power. Under the cover of darkness, the alliance confronted the witch, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and hope. They chanted their incantations, and as the final words left their lips, a blinding light engulfed the witch, causing her to screech in agony. In an instant, the witch and her bicycle were consumed by the light, vanishing into thin air. The town was finally free from her menacing presence, and the residents rejoiced in their victory over evil. But the memory of the sinister witch on the bicycle would forever haunt their dreams, a reminder of the darkness that lurks in the shadows. They vowed to remain vigilant, knowing that evil may rise again, but for now, they could revel in the triumph of light over darkness..
Reviews for "The Sinister Witch and Her Wicked Bicycle"
1. John - 2 stars:
Sinister Witch on a Bicycle was a complete disappointment for me. The premise seemed interesting, but the execution fell flat. The main character was unrelatable and lacked depth, making it difficult for me to care about their journey. The plot was also confusing and lacked coherence, leaving me with more questions than answers. Overall, I found the book to be underwhelming and not worth my time.
2. Emily - 1 star:
I really wanted to like Sinister Witch on a Bicycle, but unfortunately, it was a major letdown. The writing was dull and uninspiring, making it difficult to become engaged in the story. The characters were one-dimensional, and the dialogue felt forced and unrealistic. Additionally, the pacing was off, with unnecessary filler scenes that detracted from the main plot. I ended up skimming through most of the book, hoping it would get better, but it never did.
3. Sarah - 2 stars:
Sinister Witch on a Bicycle had potential, but it failed to deliver. The world-building was inconsistent, and the magical elements felt forced and out of place. The story lacked depth, and the conflicts were resolved too easily without any real tension. The writing style was also a letdown, with repetitive phrases and cliché descriptions. Overall, I found the book to be mediocre at best, and I wouldn't recommend it to others.
4. Michael - 2 stars:
I was unimpressed with Sinister Witch on a Bicycle. The characters felt flat and lacked development, making it difficult to connect with them. The plot was predictable and lacked originality, leaving me bored and uninterested. The pacing was also slow, dragging the story along without any real excitement. Overall, I was disappointed with this book and would not read anything else by this author.