On a dark and eerie night, a witch soared through the sky on her broomstick, cackling with delight. The moon shone brightly overhead, casting an enchanting glow on the forest below. As she flew among the trees, her malicious grin revealed her wicked intentions. Unbeknownst to the witch, her excitement was leading her towards a dense thicket of trees. The wind howled fiercely, causing her to lose control of her broomstick. Panic washed over her as she desperately tried to regain control, but it was too late.
When the maiden saw that the Moon had grown weak and tired, she grabbed a sack, ducked out of the tent and threw this over the Moon's head. Then she bound
his legs and arms and pulled him inside her warm tent. She smiled. "Now I have captured you!"
When he saw a light, he looked up, and he rushed toward the tent, but just before he reached the opening, the magical reindeer turned the maiden into an oil lamp. As soon as the magical reindeer saw that the Moon was lost among the herd, he turned the maiden back into human form, and together they dashed toward the sturdy yaranga, the tent where the maiden slept at night.
Panic washed over her as she desperately tried to regain control, but it was too late. With a deafening crash, she smashed into a large oak tree, sending her flying through the air. Dazed and disoriented, the witch tried to collect herself.
The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands,
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long;
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother's voice
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
This poem is in the public domain.
The Moon begged, "Please, set me free."
Her black robes were torn and tattered, and her precious broomstick lay in pieces on the forest floor. She groaned in frustration and assessed the damage. It seemed that her beloved mode of transportation was beyond repair, leaving her stranded in the heart of the enchanted forest. As she stumbled through the forest, the witch could feel the eerie presence of other magical beings lurking in the shadows. The forest seemed alive with whispers and rustling leaves. Her bruised ego matched her battered body as she grumbled and cursed under her breath. Despite her predicament, the witch refused to admit defeat. She was determined to find a way out of the forest and continue with her wicked plans. With newfound determination, she trudged forward, weaving through the undergrowth and unfamiliar paths. Hours turned into days as the witch tirelessly searched for an escape. The forest seemed to play tricks on her, distorting her sense of direction and making her question her sanity. But she persevered, fueled by the fire of revenge and the desire to wreak havoc upon the unsuspecting world. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the witch stumbled upon a clearing bathed in sunlight. Birds chirped merrily, and a sense of serenity washed over her. She could see the edge of the forest in the distance and knew that her escape was near. With a mixture of relief and satisfaction, the witch made her way to the forest's exit. She had survived the ordeal, albeit with a bruised body and ego. As she walked away from the enchanted forest, she couldn't help but wonder if her encounter with the tree was a sign from the universe. Perhaps it was a message urging her to reconsider her wicked ways and choose a different path. But for now, the witch simply shrugged off the thought and embraced the darkness that dwelled within her heart. With renewed determination, she vowed to continue her reign of terror, knowing that she would always rise above any challenges that came her way..
Reviews for "Enchanted Witch's Crash into Tree Leaves Her Bewildered"
1. Emily - 1 star
I was really disappointed with "Witch Smashd into Tree". The plot was confusing and messy, with too many unnecessary subplots that went nowhere. The characters were poorly developed and lacked depth, making it difficult to connect with any of them. Additionally, the writing style was confusing and hard to follow, with abrupt shifts in perspective and tense. Overall, I found this book to be a frustrating and unsatisfying read. I would not recommend it to others.
2. John - 2 stars
While "Witch Smashd into Tree" had an interesting concept, I found the execution to be lacking. The pacing was uneven, with slow and boring parts in between sporadic moments of action. The dialogue felt forced and unrealistic, making it difficult to believe in the interactions between the characters. The world-building was also quite shallow, leaving many unanswered questions and inconsistencies. Overall, I found this book to be mediocre at best, and it failed to live up to its potential.
3. Sarah - 2 stars
I just couldn't get into "Witch Smashd into Tree". The writing style was too verbose and pretentious, making it hard to engage with the story. The characters were unlikable and lacked any redeeming qualities, which made it difficult to care about their fates. The plot was convoluted and confusing, with unnecessary twists that added nothing to the overall narrative. Overall, I found this book to be a chore to read and would not recommend it to others.