Clara quickly swiped her bag from the dirt-strewn remains of her coffee table. Taking a quick second to fix her short brunette hair, she scurried to the outside of her humble house; a long-forgotten grotto that hid sweet memories. She took out her phone, desperate to open up Google Maps. As the robotic voice of the app chirped, so did her curiosity. As she paced ahead, her destination fell into place; Elyira's Fortune Telling and Spirituality Shop.
The first step inside led to the chiming of bells as the shop proudly displayed its collections of rare crystals, wooden pieces with runes engraved in them, pictures of sigils, altar setups, different types of tarot cards and other things that made Clara's head spin in amazement. As she further trodded towards the person at hand, Clara had forgotten her paradox and was thinking of becoming a Wiccan as streams of an indescribable determination coursed through her veins.And there she stood, in all her glory; Elyira. Her outfit wasn't necessarily 'witchy'; she stood in a humble ensemble of a plain black tee with a pair of black jeans, embellished with silver stars. Her earrings resembled pentacles and her bright orange hair made her stand out from the chocolate-brown planks of the shop. She was accessorized with bracelets and necklaces but perhaps the most stunning one of them all was her signature pearly smile.
Clara smiled. Her questions were going to be answered shortly.
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The Immutable Script
General FictionEvery day, Clara wakes up to the same sequence of events, regardless of her intentions or actions. Her coffee spills at 8:05 AM, a bird taps her window at 9:13 AM, her phone rings with no one on the other end at 12:07 PM. No matter what she tries, s...
