Novel
the MAILBOX
The smell of smoke and screams evokes a battle that spans centuries, leading to an epic journey through time. A young girl discovers a forgotten mailbox filled with messages from her past to guide her future, but another girl lurks always nearby, plotting to ensnare her in her guest for dark power.
As the sunset brushed the sky with its vibrant hues, a man, aged a thousand years, once posed a profound riddle for humanity. How does one escape the relentless cycle of mundane days? The weight of countless Wednesdays bears down on you. How does one find a Friday? But today is not just another Wednesday; this is something else…I can feel it in the breezes that speak to me. I have been grappling with increasingly vivid flashbacks and haunting dreams about the past, my past, and that decision to run and hide from the mailbox. Why does that acrid smell of fire set me off?
“Are you a witch, Ursula?” Then I paused, not further verbalizing my thoughts, unsure whether what I asked was stupid or unwise.
Sara gave me this strange look, telegraphing a sense of what had taken you so long. There was no answer.
Her eyes, sharp and focused like talons, pierced my skin, clawing into my soul with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Silence hung heavy in the space between us, a thick, suffocating blanket—still no answer. Ursula’s change was sudden; it was as if someone had flipped a switch, instantly altering her personality and demeanor. It was a reckless chance, a foolish gamble, a leap of faith into the unknown. I went for it. This moment was when I was stupid, stupid, stupid.
“If so, are you a white, red, or black witch?” I was unsure where that came from, but it was out here now, a floating bomb with a lighted short wick burning down dangerously in the near space between us.
She stared at me momentarily, and I knew something then as she considered how to respond.
“What do you know about witches, my pretty? Did you get a letter?” The two questions hung heavily in the air, with sinister undertones, and the strange, acrid scent of wood smoke carrying unfamiliar herb notes hung in the air. Then, there was this look from Ursula. I had never seen that look before. It was so dark, a shadow-like fog now covering her face. My heart started racing as I tried to control my breathing, and my uncertainty washed over me in fierce waves. Ursula saw this and came back with that sly smile of hers. Then, this echoing voice came out of nowhere.
“You want to play my pretty… be careful not to get burned…there is always a waiting stake!”
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