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Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Occult · #1793816
Wiccan Angels
        The Wigi Board had always been a part of Kristine's life. She first
    encountered it in a stack of old board games. She was only a girl.
    It seemed to speak to her. It foretold her first lover. Her best friend
    had lost her favorite yo-yo. Kristine used the Wigi to find it. It had been
    taken by a boy name Elijah. Kristine instantly fell for him. .
    She begged her Wigi Board to bring him closer. Elijah ignored her.
    Kristine turned to Witchcraft.

        With her friend Tanya, she set out red candles in a circle. The moon
    was fat with heated summer breezes. Kristine called on the ram to bring
    her desire to her. She could hear every cricket and slivering thing in her
    backyard. "This is so creepy." Tanya said. Kristina hushed her and raised
    the chicken feet over her circle of candles. She thrust her tiny chest out.
    She was stripped to the waist. Her friends hand shook as she wrote
    Elijah's name on a peace of paper and folded it three times and lit it on
    fire. Tanya dropped the paper into the pentagram drawn in chalk; a red
    candle at each point of the star. Kristine swayed, shaking her chickens
    feet and thrusting out her chest.

          "Take my heart and my soul!" Kristine shouted. It began to rain.
    "Oh, shit." Tanya said. The two girls were soaked. They gathered their
    candles and scurried inside Kristine's home. The back screen door creeked
    as Tanya tried to shut it without waking her friends mother. There followed
    a crack of lightening and a thunderstorm. "Um, do you think it worked?"
    Kristine asked her friend nervously. Tanya nodded and guzzled a bottle
    of milk. Something pounded on the back door. The two girls stared accross
    the kitchen in terror. "I-I am not opening the door." Tanya said. Kristine's
    legs trembled with each step. She had to see what was pounding on the door.
    The screen door had not been latched. She could see this through the heavy
    wooden kitchen backdoor window. The kitchen door had not been latched.
    Kristine latched the iron bolt and knob lock.

          A crack of lightening revealed Elijah standing in the yard. He was in his
    pajamas. His gaze was fixed on Kristine. She dropped down beneath the
    the backdoor window. "Jesus!" Kristine gasped. She pointed to the window,
    gesturing to Tanya to look. Tanya was hiding under the kitchen table.
    She gestured back, pointing at the window above Kristine. Elijah was standing
    behind it. His eyes were wide open. Kristine screamed and crawled quickly
    across the kitchen floor to hold her friend. "What do we do?" Tanya whispered.
    "Do not let him in." she added. Kristine stood up and walked to face him.
    She opened the door. The rain swept into the kitchen. Elijah grasped her
    naked shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. They were intertwined,
    rolling on the kitchen floor. Tanya stared in shock. She began to rub herself
    in orgasmic excitement. Elijah grunted with every thrust of his coupling.
    The kitchen lights clicked on.

          "Get the fuck off my daughter!" Kristine's mother shouted. She had
    her 32 pistol in hand. Elijah could not stop. Kristine tried to break free of
    his clutches. "Mom! No!" she could not explain. Elijah was shot.
    The boy laid on the floor in a growing pool of blood. "Jesus-Jesus!" Tanya
    ran out into the storm. "He's not dead. I shot him in the butt." Kristine's
    mother lit up a Tiparillo. Elijah started to cry. "I love him!" Kristine screamed
    and held Elijah to her tiny bosom. Kristine's mother blew some smoke and called
    the police. "Now, we get serious." she said blowing more smoke, "I hope
    your not pregnant." "Why am I here?" Elijah was waking from the spell.
    "Don't ask me. Your naked in my kitchen with a hard on." Kristine's mom
    said and pressed a white towel to Elijah's wound.

          The neighborhood lit up with flashing red police lights. Kristine could
    not confess to her enchantment. No one would believe her. Elijah was taken
    away in an ambulance: hand cuffed. Kristine's mother forbid her daughter to
    have anything to do with, "That Lunatic!" The spell had worked. But, there
    is always a price to pay to Lucifer.+

   
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