Just Like You

Sometimes she wondered at the way they were portrayed even as she set the candles in their places around the room. Popular media often showed them in one of two ways: 1) they were eccentric and did things their own way or 2) they tried everything to be as normal as possible. It never occurred to people, apparently, that they might be people just like them and not really that different at all.

So they had a few different talents that others didn’t have. That wasn’t that abnormal either. Plenty of ‘regular’ (and she always snorted even in her own mind at such a word, nothing was normal, really, everything was only normal in relative to whatever was normal for the person in question) people were able to do things that others struggled with if they could even do it at all. That included those who were ‘different’ or ‘not human.’ Just because they were inhuman didn’t mean that they could do all the wondrous things that brilliance often showed within ‘regular’ humans. Everyone had talents that not every had, just because you were ‘only’ human didn’t mean that was any different.

She didn’t bother sighing as she finished unplugging all of her electronics, what few there were in the house (including the refrigerator and stove). She may not have all the different gadgets in her house that many of her college peers had, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to accidentally damage anything. Just because she wasn’t one of those of her kind that had extra abilities didn’t mean that sometimes static didn’t build up anyway. There was always more static around her kind than others and considering how much static electricity could build up around ‘regular’ humans…

Yeah, she hadn’t wanted to take the chance.

There were no other things that she’d gathered from the night other than the numerous candles that were scattered in great abundance around her main room. She wasn’t as big on observing the different holidays of her kind, not like her parents and siblings or even nephews were, but she did like to sit in a room only lit by candles as she sat through the Autumn Solstice.

Once the candles were lit, she sat in one of her chairs in the middle of the room and watched the flicker of light play against her bare walls and windows as the sun sunk beneath the horizon.

As she had already said, she wasn’t a strict observer of the Rites or holidays, but she did like to use them to take the time and think about her life.

After all, being a born witch didn’t much change the fact that she still had to make serious decisions about what she was going to do with her life now that she was nearing the end of her college years and needed to find a job that would utilize the degree that she’d spent the last four years working towards.


This was written for the Third Annual Spooky Writing Challenge, though it’s different from what I offered up last time. I hope that it is enjoyed!

The Silence

“Are you certain of this?”

“I have checked my calculations at least 10 times. There is no other way to go about this.”

There is a moment of silence as their eyes meet for what is likely the last time. A breath and then she is hugging him with everything she has. It’s not a strong hug, she has never been a strong woman and even after all that they have gone through, the physical trials as well as the emotional ones, her body has remained thin and waif-like. She will never be a big woman, it’s more than just her genetics, it’s her spirit. She will stay small until the day she is no more.

“I will miss you, my feathers.”

She nods, but keeps her silence. She will never see him again and he has done more for her than even her own family.

He finished drawing the runes and symbols around the pentagram as she sat placidly in the middle. Candlelight gave him just enough illumination so that he could see what he was doing. The windows had been heavily shuttered and barred from entry and the single door as well. If they had been able, they would have bricked and mortared all openings as well.

This was their only chance to get this done and they didn’t want to be interrupted.

Interruption of the ritual would kill them if they were lucky enough.

Either way, it was unlikely that he would survive the outcome of this endeavor.

All rituals needed some kind of sacrifice.

It was something he was willing to do for someone who had tried so hard to help him.

(It never occurred to him that this was her plan all along. After all, all the old tales warn you about trusting anything non-human for a reason.)

(He didn’t see her smile and if he had, he would have thought of it as sweet and not malicious.)


This was inspired to it’s finished state by the Spooky Writing Challenge. Give it a glance even if you’re not feeling like taking part this year.