It All Happened So Fast…

It all happened so fast.
Girl meets boy, boy charms girl.
Girl falls for boy and boy breaks her heart.
He lured her in with his devious eyes and sinister smile.
Then, he kicked her to the curb as if she never mattered; as if she were a nobody.
What boy didn’t care to learn was that girl was a witch…
Hell hath no fury like a young witch scorned.
She waited; watching his every move, every joke, and every flirtation.
She let the anger burn inside of her, swallowing her whole, as an inferno does to a building.
Then, on Halloween night—she struck.
Boy had no chance.
Boy now resides at the bottom of her basement.
It all happened so fast.
Hell hath no fury like a young witch scorned.

The Old Woman & The Pie

He brushed his dark hair away from his eyes.
He tilted his head up towards the night sky, and let out a scream of frustration.
The ferocious rain smacked against his rugged skin with every drop,
He took his leg back behind him and swung it forward; making it flop.
“Damn it!”
He started to walk; walk off into the dark.
A house would be his only hope,
He saw a speck of light with the glint of his saucer shaped eye.
A house! A house!
To his penchant, an old woman invited him in,
Offering him some pumpkin pie.
She fed him seconds, thirds, and fourths.
He thanked her dearly for all it was worth.
“Oh no, thank you,” she replied.
Confused, he asked why.
She responded with a needle in his thigh.
He awoke in a dark, cold place,
He couldn’t wipe the horrified look from his face.
A cackle filled the air.
“Look boy, I’m over here!”
She stood before him, beaming.
He felt like he was dreaming.
Bodies were everywhere,
Some were missing hands; others missed feet.
Some bodies hung from the ceiling,
Some were still alive and flailing.
Before he had time to think,
She dragged him over to the sink.
“Please, don’t do this!”
She swung her axe and sealed it with a kiss.
His head rolled across the floor.
The doorbell rang,
Her next victim was at the front door.