100 Words
Pure:
I had believed them, the stories the Puritans told me. My sister did not. She was all rebellion, even her fiery red hair. Though my family was ashamed of her actions, I still loved her. Those stolen moments of her that we noticed is what gave her away- bits of mumbled words and twitches of hands.
I'm brought back by the loud chanting of "Witch!" Tied up on the stake was my elegant sister, eyes filled with hatred. Then as she was engulfed in fire, shot me a quick smile.
She had vanished as quick as the flames appeared.
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100 Word Stories
Short Story(Give or Take) Just a random group of stories that aren't more than a hundred words long. I got the idea from a writing contest I entered. All are fiction stories but random genres. Feel free to critique.
