The Case of the Wicked

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: December 27, 2012

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Submitted: December 27, 2012



I was milking my cow when a strange man came over to me. I was a little surpised that I had a visitor.

"Aye, sir, can I help you?"

"Goody White you have been called a witch!"

I gave this man a weird look. "What sir? I, a witch? Nay!"

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the back of this wagon and chained me up. "Nay! Let me go sir! I am no witch! Help!"

My neighbors came out and just watched me as the wagon and I went down the dirt road. I'm sure I looked pretty helpless.


I got put in a jail cell underground until my trial. I sat and cried until a man grabbed me and threw me in the church. I fell right upon my face and I looked up to see people looking at me. Their eyes were judging me. I could feel the nonexistant daggers dig into my flesh.

"Ah, Goody White, we been waiting for you." said the priest and judge.

I just shook my head yes and took my seat at a table. On the other side was the girls who pointed their fingers at me. The ones that called me a witch.

"How do you plea, Goody?" he asked me.

"Aye, sir, I tell you no guilty." I tell him.

"Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!" shouted Emily Frank. One of the girls who lied about me. "Sir, she sends out her spirit and sticks her long and sharp fingernails into my belly area."

"Sir, you expect me to send myself out and go around causing harm to people's kin?"

"Goody White, did you write in the Devil's book?"

"Nay! Nay, sir! I stand in the light of God!"

"You are saying that these girls are making these illnesses up?"

"Nay. All I know that it twas not I."

I looked over at the girls and they started to shake. They are blaming me for their body movements. "Sir, I swear it is not me! I am not causing harm!"

"Girls, is Goody White the one you saw with the Devil?"

"Aye, sir. It twas." All the girls said at once.

"Goody White, I must rule in the favor of the girls."

Some more men grab me and pull me out of the church to put me back in my cell. Everyone was chanting "hang the witch."


August 2nd came and that was the day my hanging came around. I was going to get a rope around my neck and a shove off a wooden beam. The thought made me cry harder than ever. "I'm innocent!" I kept screaming. One guy let me out of my cell and put me in the wagon so I could be hung.

"Aye, you poor soul." He whispered to me.

His kindness made more tears come from my red eyes. Everything up until I was on the wooden beam getting a rope around my neck was a blur. The rope was tight around my neck. At least when I get pushed over my neck will break. Now I just wait for my shove.

"Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from e-"

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