Witch's Smoke: Aaron

By M. Garnet

Think how much fun it would be if you were a puff of smoke. If you were a naughty ten year old, you would look at your sister’s diary. If you were a teenage boy, you could drift into the girls’ locker room. If you were a man, wait, if you were a man who had been born centuries ago, and you and your brothers had done a thoughtless deed to a sweet young girl and had a curse put on you, well, drifting around as smoke could become something else.

It did not help if the witch who put the curse on you let you form a small part of your body now and then. You could talk, but that often scared people away, a voice from nowhere. You could produce a hand, maybe one foot, and, yep, that impressed people.

Then, after all the centuries of drifting with forest fires, and campfires, and wherever the wind sent you, there was a woman who closed her eyes and only smelled cinnamon and sandalwood. But you needed to do more than just pleasure her with a hand.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: May 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771115223

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If you had to do something really good for someone else to remove a curse, but no one could see you, where would you start?

Think how much fun it would be if you were a puff of smoke. If you were a naughty ten year old, you would look at your sister’s diary. If you were a teenage boy, you could drift into the girls’ locker room. If you were a man, wait, if you were a man who had been born centuries ago, and you and your brothers had done a thoughtless deed to a sweet young girl and had a curse put on you, well, drifting around as smoke could become something else.

It did not help if the witch who put the curse on you let you form a small part of your body now and then. You could talk, but that often scared people away, a voice from nowhere. You could produce a hand, maybe one foot, and, yep, that impressed people.

Then, after all the centuries of drifting with forest fires, and campfires, and wherever the wind sent you, there was a woman who closed her eyes and only smelled cinnamon and sandalwood. But you needed to do more than just pleasure her with a hand.

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Copyright © 2013 M. Garnet

ISBN: 978-1-77111-522-3

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Witch’s Smoke: Aaron

Witch’s Curse

By

M. Garnet

This Series is dedicated to my Cousin Maryanne who introduced me to her wedding performed by a Wiccan and my beautiful daughter who was the Maid of Honor and took it all in with the respect she pays to any religion.

So any curse has to have a good side along with the bad or it will come back to bite the one who placed it.

Prologue

In this modern time of the World Wide Web, fast cars, and tall buildings, there was not much room for old fashioned items and beliefs. Still, people liked to save history. Ancient buildings are preserved, antique furniture sold for high money on the internet, and the Wicca religion had become interesting to talk about at cocktail parties.

There were large groups of people who tried to be Witches or Warlocks after reading or playing with Google. Some were scary teens who did damage to others or themselves. The news was full of it. A few so-called witches were able to fool the world and make money at it. Some of them sat in sad storefronts and told fortunes to desperate people who dumped rumpled twenties on the table to believe that they could talk to their lost ones. Some of them wrapped it up with a lot of hype and got a TV show and pulled the wool over the eyes of a wide audience and maybe even believed a little of it themselves, until they faded away for the next huckster.

Then, out and around, were some that might be the real thing. These were broken down into two groups. One group was the people who practiced the religion of Wicca and tried to treat nature and the world in a better way. In Ireland and Scotland, the Druids still were active. They used natural products and natural healing, and some people did think they might give curses, but they insisted on only good curses. Then there was the real Witch or Wizard. If they were real, they kept it a secret. If they were real, they also knew the problems with curses. They knew how others would like to use their talents. No, a real witch would remain hidden in these times of corporate pirates, and wealthy crime bosses, and countries with untold greed and secret weapons.

So if you were a young man, who had a curse put on you long, long ago, your chance of finding a witch to remove it in today’s world was non-existent. He had waited too long to seek help from another witch.

Chapter One

As the element of smoke, he could go anywhere. There was almost nowhere that he could not slowly drift under, around, or through. It was not the need to go to places that tore at his mind, it was his need to be corporeal. To finally be his complete self. The witch had not been totally cruel, as he had found after trial and error, because he could make a portion of his body part of the mortal world. One hand, a foot, his cock, his lips or his eyes, but it took a great effort and then there would be the need to rest before he could do it again.

He had found out he could touch mortals with the smoke, and they would feel it. Of course, everyone smelled the smoke. Surprisingly, the smell was pleasant. He found this out through the reactions of others since he had never been able to draw into himself any of the smoke.