You want the recipes for my potions, my girl, the ingredients and the incantations.
For potions of love and of nurture, you must take what is growing: the early bud, the first leaf, the tip of the vine picked at dawn under a new moon.
For potions of destruction, duplicity, and death, take what is dying: the wilting leaf, the withered stem, the hardened fruit picked at dusk when the moon is full.
But the true secret is that what is in your heart when you stir the pot will enter your potion.
So be careful what you hope for.
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I was stumped by Julia Skinner’s 100 word challenge to write a recipe fit for a witch, until I came across inspiration in Lillie McFerrin’s 5 sentence challenge: Potions.
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I really liked this. The words flow very nicely.
Thanks, I think the joint constraints of 100 words, and 5 sentences helped.
well written
Thanks.
I enjoyed this one too; especially the part about being careful what you hope for. Well written.
Thanks. Imagine having your thoughts and hopes influence something, how much power that is, how careful you would have to be. Oh, wait, our thoughts do influence things, if not quite the way implied in the story…
That was lovely.
Thank-you kindly.
I love how the language flows. Very poetic prose indeed, and the conclusion make it brilliant.
Thanks, that’s very kind of you.
I can hear the voice of the experienced old woman trying to teach her young petitioner the basics, and the less obvious, most important detail. Well written!
That is exactly what I was trying to write! Thanks.