Comparing The Story 'The Witch, The Florist, And The Lover'

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“The Witch, the florist, and the Lover”

Rumor spread across the village that a terrible raven witch had turned the heads of people upside down. She was once a beautiful person with clear, pale skin, with red apple lips, beady caramel eyes, and a body out of this world, people thought of her as the daughter of Aphrodite. Theories that were supported by the fact that she had only lived with her father and never met her mother. She was named Abigail, as father’s joy. When her father died, of natural causes, he gave her a daisy and an ivory veil, it was all he had. Her father, muttered “Abigail you must plant other type of flowers, sell them and invent meanings for them. As for this veil, it was your mother’s, do as you wish with it.”
The full moon was enormous covering the back of the mountains. She stood in the middle of her great garden and screamed, “For love’s sake, take me! Take me as a tribute or as your wife, but take me! I do not wish for you to burn these cottages where happy people are! Take me! I risk my life for all of them” psss-pss the wind blew and brought her up with passion, yet she still wore the veil. The when floating in the clouds, they decided to let her go and she fastly was falling to the ground. Arms in a liberal way and looking above, with faith she whispered “My love for thee, my nature, is wonderful and if I was able to stop the burning fury that you had for us, humanity, then I am more than happy.” One feet from the ground, and the speed of her falling slowed down until she was placed near her dead garden. The next morning, she woke up with strength and power. Went to her house, but it was empty, so decided to borrow some bread from the baker. As she walked through the path in the middle of the grass, people would stare at her and whisper, the kids would run to their mothers, and the elders would faint. When she arrived to the bakery, and asked for bread, the man screamed, “You witch! What is thy real purpose of your
As she looked down upon a puddle, all of her had changed. She had a face full of wrinkles, oily sunken eyes, cracked wines lips, onyx kinky hair, and a fallen body, yet she felt strong. As days passed, few was known about such witch, however people did noticed that she was the florist because people did missed her meaningful flowers. The other known was the spell that she had performed that was greatly familiar with the people as they had seen it. It covered them all with a daffodil mist that had no consequences for them rather than remembering chivalry.
Such mist made them listen as the witch flew above them, she proudly exclaimed
“For thee, and thee, and all the villagers, I brought myself to nature’s feet so you could live! And this is how you pay me?”
Some whispered while others remained quiet.
“I with such soft skin that I had, I felt the burning moon one night. Do you wish to know why it did so?”
No one spoke.
“Well, because it thought that all of you were full of sins. I thought wrong, because you all gazed at my garden with love and not a single sin is known of a single person. For such reason, I sacrificed myself for all of you!” she screamed very