This year for the first time we are sharing several of our short story submissions publicly! Please enjoy the following story by middle school student Emilia Hunt:
Curse
Emilia Hunt
The town’s seer began the story.
The woman with the hair as dark as night and the skin white as snow left her run-down home. It had just rained, and the wind was harsh, making the winter even worse. That woman did not seem to care about the weather, though she looked paler than ever. Bypassers avoided her. No one knew anything about her, but when they saw her piercing green eyes, everyone felt uneasy. She had moved to La Misérable Ville years earlier, from an unknown place, and she had become a healer whom only travelers would visit. The results of her patients were surreal, and that made people trust her even less. The town was suffering a terrible winter, which made the woman come out more often, in the darkest, stormiest nights, all alone. This time, the woman was out in the day, a very uncommon thing. She rushed downtown, seeming furious at something, though she always looked mad. But this time she seemed deadlier than ever.
The mayor had been expecting her. He needed to talk about her, since people were threatening to move away if she didn’t leave this town. He was nervous, almost shaking, but he had to keep calm, as the mayor. The woman stepped into his office and glared at him with her emerald eyes. The mayor motioned her to sit down, however, she remained standing dangerously by the door.
“What do you want?” she growled.
The mayor didn’t answer at first. He was trembling at this point. He took a deep breath. This needed to be addressed.
“Er... Y-you must l-leave here. E-everyone t-thinks-”
“What? You cannot tell me to leave this horrid little town!” the woman roared at the cowering mayor.
“B-but i-if you think it-it’s terrible-” he stammered.
The woman’s eyes seemed to have flecks of carmine red with the green. She stormed off into the wildly blowing wind. It was dusk by then. She stormed to the woods near La Misérable Ville, and the darkness slowly swallowed her up. Everyone was questioning the mayor, and what he could possibly do to make that maniac woman so furious. He was speechless and wide-eyed. All of the town was petrified of how enraged she seemed. What would happen to the small town if this abnormal seeming woman was upset? Suddenly, a figure with dark, flowing hair emerged from the woods. The woman was back, and she was smirking at all the horrified townspeople. She raised her hands by her sides, and told a chilling incantation, into a booming voice.
“The storms, the troubles of this town will build up, until my heir releases it. You will all be doomed when my wrath rains down on you,” the woman recited. Then, she disappeared into thin air. La Misérable Ville was cursed from then on,”
The diviner finished, looking up from the crystal ball.
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