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Today’s Writing Prompt: When I Drank The Witch’s Brew…

Today, start your writing by completing the sentence: “When I drank the witch’s brew…” Use your imagination and try to write at least 200-300 words.

Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt

Witch’s Brew, by K.E. Creighton

When I drank the witch’s brew, I involuntarily puckered my lips before spitting it out. The brew was both bitter and tart and tasted a bit like apple cider vinegar when it lingered on my tongue. I handed back the plastic chalice to Fran and shook my head in disgust. She laughed and put the chalice back on the kitchen island. “Wow, that bad huh?” I nodded my head in confirmation.

“Well, it did come from a large pot they’re calling a cauldron,” she pointed to a black pot on the stovetop before continuing, “and they’re calling it ‘witch’s brew’ or ‘bitch’s brew.’ You know, something wildly misogynistic and condescending and inappro—”

“Well, tonight I am not a witch or a bitch or whatever if I have to drink that garbage,” I interrupted. She laughed again, then said, “Well, it is a frat party. I would expect nothing less garbage-like. Why are we here again?”

“We agreed to a list of college-like things we had to do before we graduate next year so we’re sure to get ‘the full college experience’— your words, not mine. And attending a frat party was on the list. Plus, your lab partner invited you.”

“Right… Well, I’d rather study for my next organic chemistry exam all night than drink whatever you just drank. But we should at least dance while we’re here and show off our costumes. Their d.j. is terrible, but oh well, it’s something to do.” She grabbed my hand and led me into the room where the music was the loudest.

As I start to dance in the smoke-filled room, I begin to feel lighter. After a few minutes, I can’t feel my feet or arms. And everything around me begins to move in slow-mo, including Fran and her mouth. I can’t hear what she’s trying to tell me, or anything else, only the pulse of my own heart beating in my ears. I catch a glimpse of my hazy image in the mirror across the room and see a huge joker-like grin on my face. Then I see a splash of blood. …

[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]

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