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The Corner Witch The witch hangs out at the gas station outside of town, dropping thick clouds of smoke from a red-eyed cigarette. She leans against the building, one army boot planted upon asphalt, one angled back upon brick, watching through mirrored aviators and over-bleached bangs as travellers swipe cards, pump gas, and peel out onto the highway. She ignores the town kids slamming down bikes on the sidewalk beside her, eager for evening slushies. They are not here for her, though their eyes snag on her as they tepidly round her corner perch. The people here know who she is, without really knowing: the silhouette of a stranger, shaped unevenly from gossip and smoke. The foreigner from out of town, living in sin with her slovenly boyfriend on the run-down end …show more content…
The gate latch groans as she slips it open. She murmurs quiet assurances to the wood, and the squeal of rusty hinges softens, falling noiseless by time she resets the handle. Her breath, she holds at the base of a black poplar tree. Her bag, she drops between the potted plants crowding the yard. Her head, she tilts back. A long breath pours out into the night. Behind her, inside, the muffled din of the television cuts through the silence. Banging, shuffling noises come from the kitchen. The witch slides the aviators up her forehead, pushing until the lenses settle in the splayed ends of her bangs. Her hands reach impulsively for her pocket, but she leaves her smokes at peace. Sighing, she bends down and grabs a potted plant at random. Pushing back its leaves, she reads the name of the townsperson attached to it, and summons their vague face to mind. She recites the details she knows of them, the positives their presence has brought her, however small. She tries to ignore the terrible things she’s heard them say about her, though these thoughts hamper her spell
...her name, and a pink ribbon from her cap flutters down from the sky. In disbelief that even his own wife who he loves had fell to yet the same temptation everyone else in the community had, the narrator has an epiphany. Instead of reaffirming him and his wife’s Paritan beliefs and impurities, the next morning the narrator exits the woods and returns to his Christian village, and every person he passes seems evil to him. The change of heart he had in the forest left him unassured of himself as well as no longer being able to trust anyone, even his own wife. This overall leaves the protagonist in and harassed and unhappy state.
Living in Maryland, the narrator and her little brother Joey lived a very simple life. There mother had job that required many hours, and her father was unemployed and still in the process of trying to find a job. They lived in a very run down house in a very small poor community. One summer day, the narrator , Joey, and a group of kids from the community were bored and wanted to do something different. So,the narrator and the kids went down to one of the elders home, Miss Lottie. Miss Lottie was the old woman that everyone made stories about and for the kids they knew her as the witch. In the summer time Miss Lottie would always be in her front yard planting marigolds, which were an easy target to destroy. The kids all took part in throwing rock at Miss Lottie's marigolds, and the narrator was the coordinator. After they sprinted back to the oak tree, the narrator started to feel guilt for what she
Hysteria took over the town and caused them to believe that their neighbors were practicing witchcraft. If there was a wind storm and a fence was knocked down, people believed that their neighbors used witchcraft to do it. Everyone from ordinary people to the governor’s wife was accused of witchcraft. Even a pregnant woman and the most perfect puritan woman were accused. No one in the small town was safe.
The term witchcraft is defines as the practice of magic intended to influence nature. It is believed that only people associated with the devil can perform such acts. The Salem Witch Trials was much more than just America’s history, it’s also part of the history of women. The story of witchcraft is first and foremost the story of women. Especially in its western life, Karlsen (1989) noted that “witchcraft challenges us with ideas about women, with fears about women, with the place of women in society and with women themselves”. Witchcraft also confronts us too with violence against women. Even through some men were executed as witches during the witch hunts, the numbers were far less then women. Witches were generally thought to be women and most of those who were accused and executed for being witches were women. Why were women there so many women accused of witchcraft compared to men? Were woman accused of witchcraft because men thought it was a way to control these women? It all happened in 1692, in an era where women were expected to behave a certain way, and women were punished if they threatened what was considered the right way of life. The emphasis of this paper is the explanation of Salem proceedings in view of the role and the position of women in Colonial America.
So ingrained into popular culture (of this era) was the myth of the witch and her diabolical practices, the accused confessed to these crimes with all the sinisterly lewd details her interrogators desired. With each new accusation, the accused would recite the folklore, “furnishing details of place and character that could persuade her hearers it was all true,” (Roper, 2004, p.11).
“The Devil in the Shape of a Woman” was an excellent book that focuses on the unjusts that have been done to women in the name of witchcraft in Salem, and many other areas as well. It goes over statistical data surrounding gender, property inherence, and the perceptions of women in colonial New England. Unlike the other studies of colonial witchcraft, this book examines it as a whole, other then the usual Salem outbreaks in the late 17th century.
Since the beginning of civilization, humans have always wanted a way to explain the unexplained, we invented magical creatures and spirits because it gave us someway to grasp things that made no sense to us. Unexplained occurrences in the world have not always been considered inherently bad, in fact a long time ago people viewed supernatural instances as holy things. They worshipped them, things like the stars and the sun did not make sense to people so they assumed that they were the creation of the gods. As stated by Jasmine W. the ancient laws prohibiting magic really only focused on the effects of the magic rather than the magic itself. If the practice of magic resulted in something bad, then the conjurer would be held responsible but the general
From their conversation, the reader is introduced to some of the questions that will permeate the novel, both in regards to the Witch’s
There was once a little girl named Sophia who was very stubborn and who never obeyed when her elders spoke to her. Her elders told her not to go trick or treating since there was a witch haunting the neighborhood. Knowing about the old witch, sophia demands to see her while trick or treating. People say she is a wonderful old woman, and has many marvellous things in her house, and that Sophia is very curious to see the witch.”
Freya Beauchamp of the Beauchamp witches was bubbling with excitement for today was the day she finally visiting the town. Normally her mother went or her Aunt Wendy however both were stricken with a virus leaving them no choice but to send the youngest in their place. “Come straight home after you drop the basket off,” Joanna said in a stern yet hoarse voice “no lingering.” Fasting her cloak around her shoulders, Freya bustled about the cottage with her cat like green eyes searching frantically for a basket. “I just saw it seconds ago,” she muttered softly to herself. “Are you even listening to me child?” Asked Joanna. Spotting the basket in the corner, Freya hurried across the room while speaking really fast. “Got it come straight home.
Dark, cold and a quiet night is where she lived deep in the forest. In a tiny cottage in addition to where she sold herbal remedies for a living. People living in the nearby town said she seemed as if she was a witch. None provoked to cross the dark path for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that a fuming witch could do to her neighbors.
Cora was relieved to have finally reached her rented house. She turned off the ignition and hauled her luggage out the boot. The two story house loomed over her. Cobwebs clung to every corner of the porch. A fine layer of dust was on the balcony. It looked nothing alike the photo the real estate agent had shown her. An owl suddenly hooted and broke the silent night sky. Her heart was thumping out of her chest. She slid the key in the lock and the door slowly creaked open. The sound was a pain to her ears but she continued. Cora was so sleep deprived she instantly dozed off as her head touched the pillow on the
I knew we were here; my relatives were waiting outside for us. Then I saw her, my cousin that I know nothing about now. My heart dropped to my feet at the sight on how much she changed. My racing thoughts were scattered as I thought, oh my god she different…, is she even my cousin…, No, it’s one of her friends. The one thought I feared most is that she has forgotten who I was.
After saying their goodbyes, she walked outside and comfortably down the street until the sudden sound of the door being shut brought her to a halt. It was as though the closed door had immediately isolated her, partially denting her sense of security. For the first time she felt truly alone. Moments passed before she began thinking, reminding herself of the route home; a lengthy stumble through short interlocked streets that appeared much less intimida...
Hazel looked around the province until her left eye marked a small hut about fifty metres away. As she approached the hut, there was an adolescent boy who sung foreign songs aloud until he was caught by an older woman; she identical to a mad hatter despite her flamboyant fedora. The woman relentlessly ...