Sabrinathehungrywitch: Extra Quality

“Please,” the girl whispered. “I’m lost. They say you take hunger away.”

She told herself it was magic. Efficiency. Why grow your own happiness when you could steal it? sabrinathehungrywitch

The girl left at dawn. The turnip’s last bite sat on Sabrina’s tongue like a promise she wasn’t ready to keep. “Please,” the girl whispered

Sabrina the Hungry Witch did not become good that night. She did not become kind. But she became still . the swamp stirred. Inside

And beneath the dirt—like a seed remembering the sun—it tasted like beginning.

Outside, the swamp stirred. Inside, the cauldron cooled.

“I don’t remember,” she whispered.