Hey peeps, thought I might write a little fanfic about "The Witches" by
Roald Dahl. I don't own The Witches yadayadayada. I thought I might write a
fanfic about how the witches came about. Anyway, enjoy. Its one of the many
stories Grandmamma tells Luke (it's from Luke's POV)
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I sat with my grandmother on her big chair, in her big house in Norway. Grandmother had one of her ghastly cigars, and I coughed as the noxious smoke entered my lungs.
"Why do you smoke those Grandmamma?"
"Luke, do you want to lecture me or hear a story."
"Hear a story please Grandmamma."
"Very well my darling."
I settled into my grandmothers arms and covered myself with the big woollen blanket on us both.
"Well my darling. I shall tell you how the witches were created."
My Grandmother paused, took a gasp from her cigar and began.
"When God created human beings, he went through many different shapes and models; he made big people, small people, tall people and short people. Every time God made a person they were unique. The Devil saw this and decided to make his own type of person."
"Were these people witches Grandmamma?"
"I'm getting to that my darling"
"The people The Devil made weren't really people, just creatures from hell dressed up as people. Demons in humans clothing. Each one of them were not unique like Human Beings, they all looked the same, hideous and vile."
"But Grandmamma, why are The Witches looking like women?"
"Well my darling, no one ever suspects a sweet looking generous woman who offers you an apple whilst you cross the street. That is why Witches dress up as women, to fool people."
"Grandmamma, how do I spot a witch?..."
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I sat with my grandmother on her big chair, in her big house in Norway. Grandmother had one of her ghastly cigars, and I coughed as the noxious smoke entered my lungs.
"Why do you smoke those Grandmamma?"
"Luke, do you want to lecture me or hear a story."
"Hear a story please Grandmamma."
"Very well my darling."
I settled into my grandmothers arms and covered myself with the big woollen blanket on us both.
"Well my darling. I shall tell you how the witches were created."
My Grandmother paused, took a gasp from her cigar and began.
"When God created human beings, he went through many different shapes and models; he made big people, small people, tall people and short people. Every time God made a person they were unique. The Devil saw this and decided to make his own type of person."
"Were these people witches Grandmamma?"
"I'm getting to that my darling"
"The people The Devil made weren't really people, just creatures from hell dressed up as people. Demons in humans clothing. Each one of them were not unique like Human Beings, they all looked the same, hideous and vile."
"But Grandmamma, why are The Witches looking like women?"
"Well my darling, no one ever suspects a sweet looking generous woman who offers you an apple whilst you cross the street. That is why Witches dress up as women, to fool people."
"Grandmamma, how do I spot a witch?..."
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