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Red Lace and Black Magic (chapters 1-2)
© Sean Bingham
Red Lace and Black Magic
Chapter 1: Child Hood
The year is 1786 a young girl no older than nine years old runs down a deserted street in London England late one night. In her hand she clutches a piece of bread that she was able to steal from one of the kitchens closing up for the night. The girl had long black hair and bright green eyes. She wore grey rags that swallowed her small body and shoes that were too small but were ripped and tattered. She ran down a dark alley way looking behind her shoulder. When she noticed that no one was following her and that she got away unseen she realized she suddenly needed to urinate. She went into the shadows and found only what she assumed was a pile of trash. She lifted her tattered rags and squatted. As she began to relieve herself the pile of trash began to talk. “Hey what are you doing!” the pile of trash shouted. The voice was small and feminine much like her own. Surprised the girl jumped back and said, “I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there.” The pile of trash stood up to reveal a girl much the same age as her. She had long curly red hair that could be seen even in the dark. “Did you pee on me!” The red-haired girl shouted. “I’m so sorry please forgive me I thought you were a pile of trash.” The girl in the black hair said. The girl in the black hair was holding the bread behind her back hoping that the red-haired girl hadn’t noticed. The red-haired girl then said, “Well I’m definitely not a pile of trash and besides what’s that you are hiding behind your back?” The girl in the black hair rolled her eyes revealed the bread and said, “Look if I give you some will you shut up about me peeing on you.” The black-haired girl broke off a generous piece and gave it to her and then said, “Name’s Shayla what’s yours?” The red-haired girl with a moth full of bread said, “Elena.” Shayla stuck out her hand and asked, “Friends, yeah?” Elena shook her hand and said, “Yeah friends.” From that moment on Shayla and Elena were inseparable. Elena had one blue eye and one brown eye with long curly bright red hair. She often wore her bangs over her brown eye to conceal her deformity. People often said that she was cursed with the mark of the witch so she learned to hide it. Elena was quiet, shy, and almost invisible at times regardless of her fiery red hair. Shayla on the other hand had long black hair and green passionate eyes. Shayla was very outspoken and always getting into trouble. She always wore red lace even if it was just a small piece tied around her wrist. They made the perfect team Shayla would make a distraction while Elena more than often than not went un noticed and ran off with whatever it was they were trying to steal. They were always together the very definition of best friends forever. They always worked together to get by and never trusted anyone but each other. They were a team. One day after Elena and Shayla had successfully stolen a meat pie from the backer, they were sitting on a roof top watching the sunset and sharing the meat pie when Elena asked while her mouth was full, “Shayla, why do you always have a piece of red lace?” Shayla looked at Elena and then at the small piece of red lace she had tied around her wrist. “Honestly it’s all I can remember about me mum. I don’t remember her face or what she smelled like but this red lace is all I got yeah. Plus, it makes me feel fancy.” Shayla stood up and began to dance around the roof top as if it were a fancy ball room curtsying at invisible people. Elena began to laugh at her spectacle which then caused Shayla to run over and tickle Elena. Many of their nights were filled with dreams of fancy ball rooms and tickle fights. The roof tops were always filled with their laughter.
As the months went by Elena began to display strange gifts and abilities. Sometimes if she concentrated hard enough, she could make...
Red Lace and Black Magic
Chapter 1: Child Hood
The year is 1786 a young girl no older than nine years old runs down a deserted street in London England late one night. In her hand she clutches a piece of bread that she was able to steal from one of the kitchens closing up for the night. The girl had long black hair and bright green eyes. She wore grey rags that swallowed her small body and shoes that were too small but were ripped and tattered. She ran down a dark alley way looking behind her shoulder. When she noticed that no one was following her and that she got away unseen she realized she suddenly needed to urinate. She went into the shadows and found only what she assumed was a pile of trash. She lifted her tattered rags and squatted. As she began to relieve herself the pile of trash began to talk. “Hey what are you doing!” the pile of trash shouted. The voice was small and feminine much like her own. Surprised the girl jumped back and said, “I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there.” The pile of trash stood up to reveal a girl much the same age as her. She had long curly red hair that could be seen even in the dark. “Did you pee on me!” The red-haired girl shouted. “I’m so sorry please forgive me I thought you were a pile of trash.” The girl in the black hair said. The girl in the black hair was holding the bread behind her back hoping that the red-haired girl hadn’t noticed. The red-haired girl then said, “Well I’m definitely not a pile of trash and besides what’s that you are hiding behind your back?” The girl in the black hair rolled her eyes revealed the bread and said, “Look if I give you some will you shut up about me peeing on you.” The black-haired girl broke off a generous piece and gave it to her and then said, “Name’s Shayla what’s yours?” The red-haired girl with a moth full of bread said, “Elena.” Shayla stuck out her hand and asked, “Friends, yeah?” Elena shook her hand and said, “Yeah friends.” From that moment on Shayla and Elena were inseparable. Elena had one blue eye and one brown eye with long curly bright red hair. She often wore her bangs over her brown eye to conceal her deformity. People often said that she was cursed with the mark of the witch so she learned to hide it. Elena was quiet, shy, and almost invisible at times regardless of her fiery red hair. Shayla on the other hand had long black hair and green passionate eyes. Shayla was very outspoken and always getting into trouble. She always wore red lace even if it was just a small piece tied around her wrist. They made the perfect team Shayla would make a distraction while Elena more than often than not went un noticed and ran off with whatever it was they were trying to steal. They were always together the very definition of best friends forever. They always worked together to get by and never trusted anyone but each other. They were a team. One day after Elena and Shayla had successfully stolen a meat pie from the backer, they were sitting on a roof top watching the sunset and sharing the meat pie when Elena asked while her mouth was full, “Shayla, why do you always have a piece of red lace?” Shayla looked at Elena and then at the small piece of red lace she had tied around her wrist. “Honestly it’s all I can remember about me mum. I don’t remember her face or what she smelled like but this red lace is all I got yeah. Plus, it makes me feel fancy.” Shayla stood up and began to dance around the roof top as if it were a fancy ball room curtsying at invisible people. Elena began to laugh at her spectacle which then caused Shayla to run over and tickle Elena. Many of their nights were filled with dreams of fancy ball rooms and tickle fights. The roof tops were always filled with their laughter.
As the months went by Elena began to display strange gifts and abilities. Sometimes if she concentrated hard enough, she could make...
