I used to think there was a witch in my room. I would peer in my room before i went in.
Alisha W
It wasn’t green skin and disappearing in a cloud of smoke. It wasn’t even magic, really. Unless unadulterated evil was magic. Amelia scoffed as Ms. Ramsey sashayed through the aisles of desks, checking people’s homework. Though she was only 10 years old, Amelia knew: Her teacher was a witch.
Her house stood a ways back, shifting from clawed foot to clawed foot impatiently. The forest was dark around her as she watched the monstrous thing apprehensively. Still, in spite of her fear, she needed to see the witch who lived there.
They had business to attend to.
There seems to be this fable about old Miss Mable. She never got a husband because people thought she was a witch. All the kids stay away from her thinking they would get hexed, but this old fable never ever did ring and truth. Miss Mable is actually a very kind lady.
Haleigh
the witch brewed spells that the casted upon the queen to make her unable to like the evil with took the baby from her crib and mad her evil. the evil witch made a secret castle to make the princess unable to escape. She casted a spell around the castle to make it all water for miles so the princess would beable
Walker
The witch made Ninny in to a cat. Ninny was chased away by the witch’s dog.
Peyton Jessen
I read a book with a witch in it, and its about Hanzel and Gretel.
Bionca Wendt
some one he does mageric and some nice ones and evele so she had make a evel apple but nice.
molly
Witches are a symbol of halloween and thy are supposed to be evil and ride brooms, make spells, and have warts and hats
Mallarie Peach
The witch is evil. I don’t belive in witches. Many people do belive in witches. She is a witch for halloween.
Jaxson
Back in the 1400s, if people believed someone was a witch they would torture him/her into confessing that they were a witch.
Connor M
Witches are evil. Witches are mean, nasty, rude, and ugly. Witches are not fun.
Emily Plagman
The witch can be good or bad…remember The Wizard of Oz? The question which witch do you want to associate with? That is what makes the witch good or bad.
‘That’s not how you spell which, boy!’ shouted the scary old witch.
Steve O
witch is a very ‘witchy’ term used to describe those ladies who used to practise witchcraft. But sebrina the cartoon character from archies comics made witches very near to me. I love witches who travel on brooms. I used to imagine having a girlfriend who have magical abillities but is also nice. But normally not all are Sabrina’s… thats it. lets see what i get.. :)
rohit
The witches from “Descendants” are Malificent, from “Sleeping Beauty”, and the Evil Queen from “Snow White”; the Wicked Witch of the West from “The Wizard of Oz”, and Cuella da Ville from “A Hundred and One Dalmations.” They are all evil.
limakidhouse
My very first photo on facebook was a drawing from my roomate to explain me the difference between witch and which. English is not my first language so every time i wanted to say which is this I would write witch is this. with broomstick and all. :)
Pei Pei
“Hee, hee, hee!” cackled the disgustingly ugly, and I mean ugly, witch.
“Oh quick! Hide!” Jamie whispered to urgently to Sarah.
“I smell little children hear. Come out, come out where ever you are.”
“Don’t let her see you,” Sarah said crouching beneath a bush.
“Don’t worry, let’s use our invisible cloaks.” Jamie pulled his hood over his head.
She has a wrinkled face that is crumpled like paper.
Anything can cross her temper- you have to be careful, in every move you make in front of her.
She is terrifying- but yet also so motherly like which makes it so stand out even more.
Powerful and careful words, she was called the Mingham the Merciless, for well, obvious reasons.
Allie
I’VE ALREADY WRITTEN ABOUT WITCH LIKE 3 TIMES AND I DON’T WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH YOU CAN DO WITH WITCH, YOU KNOW? MAYBE I’M NOT INHERENTLY CREATIVE BECAUSE I JUST THINK OF A STEREOTYPICAL FAT OLD HAG WITH WARTS AND A ROUGH NOSE. MAYBE KINDA FAT TOO.
she was black dark ugly scary. something i saw in my soul, something i didn’t want to see, didn’t want to know. but i couldn’t stop looking at her; i couldn’t shift my eyes, couldn’t step away. i was scared she’d see me, scared she’d notice the look of recognition on my face. i didn’t want her to know that i knew what i knew.
tess
Where did the phrase the witching hour come from? In olden times was that just when witches hopped on their broomsticks to go to a fabulous party with fancy cocktails and silky jackets? Or was it because it was a devilish time of night?
Catherine
I met a witch at the mall, she scared my daughter and for a second I thought she was real. After close inspection I realized the witch was actually a car dressed up as a witch. I must have been high as shit.
Jannyn
“Diane, what are you thinking?”
“Maybe it’s a witch!”
“Or maybe just the weather?”
“Let’s not deny it had eyes, or some shape.” She looks at me.
“Ok, it wasn’t the weather then. It wasn’t funnel shaped. It did have eyes.”
“Shut up, Chad,” snapped Alex, before she cast a coy glance at Tiffany. Tiffany cradled the game controller in her hands like it belonged there. “So, not too bad at Smash, are ya?”
Tiffany smiled beneath her blonde braid. “I mopped the floor with you, hon.”
“I’ll let you mop the floor with me any day,” Alex replied, winking as she lifted her baseball cap from her eyes.
Belinda Roddie
i didnt think i just wrote
Julia
the witch smelled like a burnt cat and had a nose the size of a small country that looked like it was melting at the tip because of the large wart and her skin was a moldy color like when you leave a bowl of soup on the counter too long and it starts to create a thin film around the cup.
Julia
I was at the edge of a collapse when i ran into her. All in white, the clothes and the long hair. I couldn’t distinguish evil from good, because I didn’t believe that, just could feel her energy, strong one.
“You are a witch” she screamed. “How can you do this to your own daughter”.
mary
Her wart was quite vile, you could see it for a mile, this witch was staying at my house for a while. Her lips were tinted yellow and when she smiley at the fellow who avoided this witch while playing on his chello.
Michelle listened to Serena’s anxiety jump our of her body in fits and and starts of sentences. She sat, sipping tea and sporadically stroking Serena’s hand as she always does, full of patience and caring, offering her white witch guidance when all of her senses told her which decisions must be made. There were certain things she just knew with the full force of nature and Serena had never known her to be wrong.
In the full picture of Serena’s life Michelle was its very centre, she was at the place where Serena always returned, because it was the one place she could rely on to be safe and where she was always able to find love. Strange that this solace would come from a friend rather than family. Serena oftened wondered where such generosity sprung from, why did Michelle put up with her endlessly falling back into her arms, catastrophe after catastrophe?
The witch from sandwich is the best witch to know. Missing the t does not bother me, because into my stomach it will go. But wicked witches are quite common than good witches today. its a shame that evil still lives throughout our kingdom in the worst way.
Sederiya
Well, I took care how I felt it should be done. One day it was with a more standoffish approach, other days it was more hands on. I always felt that it was important to vary the circumstances so that the necessary result would ensue. Now that the project is finished, did anyone notice the first letter of each of the first five words of this passage? That was the word I used. Have a great day!
LP
An evil witch stole a young girls boots and turned them in to a slave who cleaned up after the witch.The Sweet witch put a life-lasting spell on the witch to make her be nice for ever!The evil witch turned the slave back to boots and gave them to the young girl who was very thankful.
makayla
“WITCH!” the men screamed after her. Did she care? Absolutely not.
For years she’d kept herself private, she’d followed the rules, and she’d listened to everything the men had had to say. Finally, for the first time in her life, a betrayer’s gossiping words had gotten her abilities exposed, and they were coming after her. And how glorious it felt.
Coss
There was a scary witch named Bermuda who lived in the Bahamas. She goes into peoples houses on Halloween and steal peoples candy. Nobody likes her they try to set traps to kill her
lil_grace
Dark, gray skies with pale moonlight
that softened even the ugliest of faces
as the cackles leaped from smoky billows
and shadows paraded across the dusk;
she gave no heed to the passing raven
as he settled lightly upon her shoulder
and joined her laughter with his calls
giving rise to the smoke of the fire;
some day they’d understand her plight –
for now they’d have to accept her calls
to the other-world of which she cherished
from this earthly realm.
I used to think there was a witch in my room. I would peer in my room before i went in.
It wasn’t green skin and disappearing in a cloud of smoke. It wasn’t even magic, really. Unless unadulterated evil was magic. Amelia scoffed as Ms. Ramsey sashayed through the aisles of desks, checking people’s homework. Though she was only 10 years old, Amelia knew: Her teacher was a witch.
Her house stood a ways back, shifting from clawed foot to clawed foot impatiently. The forest was dark around her as she watched the monstrous thing apprehensively. Still, in spite of her fear, she needed to see the witch who lived there.
They had business to attend to.
Some who is evil and mean, especially to children and in old books
There seems to be this fable about old Miss Mable. She never got a husband because people thought she was a witch. All the kids stay away from her thinking they would get hexed, but this old fable never ever did ring and truth. Miss Mable is actually a very kind lady.
the witch brewed spells that the casted upon the queen to make her unable to like the evil with took the baby from her crib and mad her evil. the evil witch made a secret castle to make the princess unable to escape. She casted a spell around the castle to make it all water for miles so the princess would beable
The witch made Ninny in to a cat. Ninny was chased away by the witch’s dog.
I read a book with a witch in it, and its about Hanzel and Gretel.
some one he does mageric and some nice ones and evele so she had make a evel apple but nice.
Witches are a symbol of halloween and thy are supposed to be evil and ride brooms, make spells, and have warts and hats
The witch is evil. I don’t belive in witches. Many people do belive in witches. She is a witch for halloween.
Back in the 1400s, if people believed someone was a witch they would torture him/her into confessing that they were a witch.
Witches are evil. Witches are mean, nasty, rude, and ugly. Witches are not fun.
The witch can be good or bad…remember The Wizard of Oz? The question which witch do you want to associate with? That is what makes the witch good or bad.
‘That’s not how you spell which, boy!’ shouted the scary old witch.
witch is a very ‘witchy’ term used to describe those ladies who used to practise witchcraft. But sebrina the cartoon character from archies comics made witches very near to me. I love witches who travel on brooms. I used to imagine having a girlfriend who have magical abillities but is also nice. But normally not all are Sabrina’s… thats it. lets see what i get.. :)
The witches from “Descendants” are Malificent, from “Sleeping Beauty”, and the Evil Queen from “Snow White”; the Wicked Witch of the West from “The Wizard of Oz”, and Cuella da Ville from “A Hundred and One Dalmations.” They are all evil.
My very first photo on facebook was a drawing from my roomate to explain me the difference between witch and which. English is not my first language so every time i wanted to say which is this I would write witch is this. with broomstick and all. :)
“Hee, hee, hee!” cackled the disgustingly ugly, and I mean ugly, witch.
“Oh quick! Hide!” Jamie whispered to urgently to Sarah.
“I smell little children hear. Come out, come out where ever you are.”
“Don’t let her see you,” Sarah said crouching beneath a bush.
“Don’t worry, let’s use our invisible cloaks.” Jamie pulled his hood over his head.
A black old hag with a black hat.
She’s has crooked nose and fierce eyes, that stains a hole in your own.
She has a wrinkled face that is crumpled like paper.
Anything can cross her temper- you have to be careful, in every move you make in front of her.
She is terrifying- but yet also so motherly like which makes it so stand out even more.
Powerful and careful words, she was called the Mingham the Merciless, for well, obvious reasons.
I’VE ALREADY WRITTEN ABOUT WITCH LIKE 3 TIMES AND I DON’T WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH YOU CAN DO WITH WITCH, YOU KNOW? MAYBE I’M NOT INHERENTLY CREATIVE BECAUSE I JUST THINK OF A STEREOTYPICAL FAT OLD HAG WITH WARTS AND A ROUGH NOSE. MAYBE KINDA FAT TOO.
she was black dark ugly scary. something i saw in my soul, something i didn’t want to see, didn’t want to know. but i couldn’t stop looking at her; i couldn’t shift my eyes, couldn’t step away. i was scared she’d see me, scared she’d notice the look of recognition on my face. i didn’t want her to know that i knew what i knew.
Where did the phrase the witching hour come from? In olden times was that just when witches hopped on their broomsticks to go to a fabulous party with fancy cocktails and silky jackets? Or was it because it was a devilish time of night?
I met a witch at the mall, she scared my daughter and for a second I thought she was real. After close inspection I realized the witch was actually a car dressed up as a witch. I must have been high as shit.
“Diane, what are you thinking?”
“Maybe it’s a witch!”
“Or maybe just the weather?”
“Let’s not deny it had eyes, or some shape.” She looks at me.
“Ok, it wasn’t the weather then. It wasn’t funnel shaped. It did have eyes.”
“She’s a witch! A witch! Burn her!”
“Shut up, Chad,” snapped Alex, before she cast a coy glance at Tiffany. Tiffany cradled the game controller in her hands like it belonged there. “So, not too bad at Smash, are ya?”
Tiffany smiled beneath her blonde braid. “I mopped the floor with you, hon.”
“I’ll let you mop the floor with me any day,” Alex replied, winking as she lifted her baseball cap from her eyes.
i didnt think i just wrote
the witch smelled like a burnt cat and had a nose the size of a small country that looked like it was melting at the tip because of the large wart and her skin was a moldy color like when you leave a bowl of soup on the counter too long and it starts to create a thin film around the cup.
I was at the edge of a collapse when i ran into her. All in white, the clothes and the long hair. I couldn’t distinguish evil from good, because I didn’t believe that, just could feel her energy, strong one.
They knew nothing.
They thought she was wicked, evil, despicable like everyone said.
They thought she was a witch, someone who could only bring the bad.
If only they knew.
If they did, they’d know “witch” for far too little of a description for her.
“You are a witch” she screamed. “How can you do this to your own daughter”.
Her wart was quite vile, you could see it for a mile, this witch was staying at my house for a while. Her lips were tinted yellow and when she smiley at the fellow who avoided this witch while playing on his chello.
?
Michelle listened to Serena’s anxiety jump our of her body in fits and and starts of sentences. She sat, sipping tea and sporadically stroking Serena’s hand as she always does, full of patience and caring, offering her white witch guidance when all of her senses told her which decisions must be made. There were certain things she just knew with the full force of nature and Serena had never known her to be wrong.
In the full picture of Serena’s life Michelle was its very centre, she was at the place where Serena always returned, because it was the one place she could rely on to be safe and where she was always able to find love. Strange that this solace would come from a friend rather than family. Serena oftened wondered where such generosity sprung from, why did Michelle put up with her endlessly falling back into her arms, catastrophe after catastrophe?
The witch from sandwich is the best witch to know. Missing the t does not bother me, because into my stomach it will go. But wicked witches are quite common than good witches today. its a shame that evil still lives throughout our kingdom in the worst way.
Well, I took care how I felt it should be done. One day it was with a more standoffish approach, other days it was more hands on. I always felt that it was important to vary the circumstances so that the necessary result would ensue. Now that the project is finished, did anyone notice the first letter of each of the first five words of this passage? That was the word I used. Have a great day!
An evil witch stole a young girls boots and turned them in to a slave who cleaned up after the witch.The Sweet witch put a life-lasting spell on the witch to make her be nice for ever!The evil witch turned the slave back to boots and gave them to the young girl who was very thankful.
“WITCH!” the men screamed after her. Did she care? Absolutely not.
For years she’d kept herself private, she’d followed the rules, and she’d listened to everything the men had had to say. Finally, for the first time in her life, a betrayer’s gossiping words had gotten her abilities exposed, and they were coming after her. And how glorious it felt.
There was a scary witch named Bermuda who lived in the Bahamas. She goes into peoples houses on Halloween and steal peoples candy. Nobody likes her they try to set traps to kill her
Dark, gray skies with pale moonlight
that softened even the ugliest of faces
as the cackles leaped from smoky billows
and shadows paraded across the dusk;
she gave no heed to the passing raven
as he settled lightly upon her shoulder
and joined her laughter with his calls
giving rise to the smoke of the fire;
some day they’d understand her plight –
for now they’d have to accept her calls
to the other-world of which she cherished
from this earthly realm.