《Down the Wishing Well》


 Snow White Arc 1

    It was a clear, humid, and hot Texas summer. There was no breeze either. For the first time in seven months the world seemed still. Well, as much as it can be in a graveyard anyways. Marie tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. For the first time since the funeral, she was visiting her mother''s grave.


    Honestly, it was a surprise I made it here in one piece. It was hard enough to get in the car. Maybe it was a good thing I went alone. If she chickened out, at least no one would see her. No one living anyway. Marie slowly made her way to the grave sight, hoping it would take some more time to get there. It didn''t work at all. It was a small family graveyard whoes second most recent grave was dug over 20 years ago. Procrastination aside, at a normal pace it took less than a minute to walk from one end and back.


    "H-hey Momma. It''s been awhile hasn''t it?" Seriously?! That was the first thing out of my mouth?! This is what I get for not visiting often enough. Tongue tied babbling.


    "I''ve made top 25% in my class. UT is offering me free admission ''cause of that, so I think I''m gonna go there in the fall. W-we also went to a w-wedding too. You would''ve loved it. It was hard on Dad though, made him feel lonely."If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Just like that, seven month''s worth of events came spilling out out of her mouth. The more she spoke, the easier it became. The only time she stopped was to cry. By the time Marie had finished it felt like she spoke about seven years - not months. Thats it I guess. Time to go, it''s getting late and I need tissues. Marie got up - when had she sat on the ground?- and dusted herself off. It was a good thing, she decided. I needed this. Rocking on her heels, she surveyed the area, trying to find the quickest route to her car that didn''t involve stepping on graves,


    "Ahhh, whatever. I''ll just use the paths near the slave graves". It was always a sad reminder of atrocities the South committed. Committed to other humans. Even in death, the white plantation owners didn''t stop. Only marking the graves with wooden posts, forgotten for eternity. Every memorial day, when her family came to clean the graves she always made it a point of giving respect to those slaves. Something she did today. When she had finished giving a moment of silence, there was something terribly wrong.


    In the middle of those graves, where there wasn''t anything before, was an old well.

 Snow White Arc 2

    What. The. Hell.


    It wasn''t possible. It absolutley was not possible. Marie had been coming here since she was seven, her family even longer. There was never a well there. It wasn''t even on the map! Besides, graveyards don''t typically have wells that size, nor that well kept. If there was a well, it was a small one that was sunken into the ground, they ony way you could tell would be a circular metal cover on top.


    This well... it was a very large well, easily ten feet in diameter. But what made it special was how it was constructed.Instead of using concrete or even bricks, large rocks were stacked on top of one another. No morter was used, so the rocks were placed like puzzle pieces.Honestly... it looks kinda shabby.Even though the well was skillfully made, it was deteriorated and even missing pieces here and there.


    What kinda crap is this?Marie sighed.It obiviously isn''t supposed to be there, and just looking at it gives me chills. Should I report it, or run for the hills?The latter option was the more tempting one, but she pulled out her phone anyways. If she was gonna throw away her gut feelings and report it, she was gonna need evidence.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    Marie took pictures at every angle possible, trying to get as good as pictures as possible. Otherwise, no one would believe her.


    Besides, the more pictures she took, the less she wanted to run away. It was weird, but it seemed like the longer she was near it, the more it seemed to draw her in.


    But that wasn''t possible.


    Marie was only interested because it was an anomaly.To be honest, I also wanna peek inside.She slipped her phone into her back pocket and leaned over the edge of the well. What was she scared of again?Whatever it was couldn''t''ve been important, just forget about it.


    The last thing Marie remembered before blacking out was the push from behind. From behind...straight into the well.


    Entertain me, will you?

 Snow White Arc 3

    In this land we call home, misty mountains rise up from the deep. The home of the gods and spirits that protect us. Within the mountains there lies a valley, wherein a little village lies. Deep within the annals of our history it is said that the first elders fled between the the mountains to live a peaceful life without persecution. The gods, so moved by their actions, blessed the ancestors and their posterity to always flourish in this valley. It is because of this blessing we are small. Because of this blessing we prosper.


    In the many years the people have lived in the valley, they have prospered and grown. What was once as small pioneer village is now a sprawling town, with many others surrounding it. The face of the valley has been cut and sculpted, matching the change of the people. Only the mountains are untouched, timeless and unchanged. It is in these mountains that valuable auguries were preformed and `herbs collected. As it stands, only Priests are allowed on such sacred land.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "Ohhhhhh, Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck this shit!"


    One of these venerated Priests, in fact, is on these mountains. It is his daily duty to inspect the forests here, so that the spirits will bestow their blessings. What this grumpy Priest didn''t understand, was how his life was going to change.


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    Dawn. Fuckin dawn.


    When he had left, it was still midday.But noooooo, I ha''e ta collect these damn herbs.Originally, it was an easy task; recent drought made it harder.Ha''e tha spirits finally left us?It wouldn''t surprise him. Each generation were growing taller and taller.Soon we''ll be ah city o'' giants.


    Then he stubbed his toe on a well.


    F-fuckin ''ell tha hurts!