Today, on this cool and dark late August night, I will die. I will burn at the stake for my sins of being a witch. My last wish, which the Church so gracesly decided to grant, is for my story not to die with me. I want my daughter to know who I was, and know about her family history. I don't want to leave her in the dark. This is the story of a Wiccan, who dared live during these horrible times. This is my story.

A short story about a girl that went through hell after her parents died

Maybe next time, he won't be so rash in his choices. Maybe next time, he won't be so cruel. Maybe next time...he jst won't cheat.

A man abducted me one day while I was walking home from school. He kept me in a cellar in the ground for 3 years, abusing and raping me. I managed to escape one day while he was out. Everyone tells me I was lucky to get out with my life...but was I?

--SEQUAL TO NORMAL--- I'm not crazy. Realy, I'm not. I just know what it takes to survive. Mom taught me to never let people control me. Besides, everyone has to die sometime...

I'm sending you this letter to say...goodbye. I know, I know...you probably really don't want to hear from me right now. I mean, why would you? You just got married. And...well, just read the letter please. I just gotta say goodbye one last time...

Jas has been my friend for years, and I love him to death! Recently, people have been written horrible stories bout him to make him feel bad :P So, I decided to write a nice one :)