Welcome to another round of the scary writing prompt game. Again, here's how it works: I'll announce the prompt, then you guys post your response in the comment section. At the beginning of each round, I'll share my favorite bits from the previous month's entries before announcing the next prompt. At the end of the year there will be a spooky prize drawing for two lucky winners. *All* participants are automatically entered to win!
Last month's prompt didn't garner any participation, so let's move right along to the prompt for May!
This Month's Prompt:
After making sure that her bedroom door was locked, Nadia stared at the materials that were spread out over her floor: some clumps of hair, the tooth of a wolf, a green silk scarf, and a glass jar. The book said that the hair and tooth were necessary for all Witch Jars, but it was the color of the scarf that was interchangeable for different needs. At first Nadia had considered using a red scarf--her summon was fueled by anger, after all--but in the end she knew that the spell would likely be more accurate if the scarf was as green as the envy that pulsed through her veins every single day.
"Stupid Janice Brent," Nadia whispered under her breath as she stuffed all the materials inside the jar. "That scholarship was my only way out of this town, and you took it from me."
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"She stole it from me," Nadia said curtly to the occult shop owner. "And now I'm going to make her pay."
The woman shook her head and took the book out of Nadia's hands. "I will not sell this to you," the woman told her. "Jar witches are only to be summoned seriously, for serious ordeals. A called-upon witch would be less than pleased to discover that her caller had no other purpose than petty revenge."
Nadia tried to reason with the shop owner, but was turned away anyway. Luckily she had read the passage about the jar witches thoroughly before heading to the front of the shop. She thought she could remember everything necessary to summon the witch, who would grant her a single favor in return for the contents of the jar.
Now that everything was in the jar, it was time. Once all the materials have been placed inside, the book said, whisper your favor into the glass jar and seal it immediately, then place it outside your window and wait for nightfall.
"I want you to take care of Janice Brent," Nadia whispered into the jar. "Drown her, scare her to death, change her into a mouse for all I care. I want her gone."
Then she quickly screwed the lid on the jar and looked inside. The tooth was pressed against the bottom of the jar, held in place by the green scarf. Wispy strands of hair swirled around the fabric like vines. Nadia went outside and carefully set the jar on the ground right below her window. Then she went back into her room, sprawled out on her bed, and waited. Finally the sun went down, making Nadia's pulse race with a terrible sort of excitement. She waited and waited, nearly falling asleep in the process.
Suddenly there came the sound of the jar breaking outside. Nadia jumped awake, remembering very specifically that the book didn't mention the jar being broken, only collected. What was going on?
"Hello?" Nadia called in the direction of the open window. "Who's out there?"
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