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Adette Price: Undercover Witch Chapter 28: Addy?

It has obviously been an unforgivably long time since last I posted an Adette chapter. I suppose that’s what happens when you move back and lose touch with the people driving you to publish things on a regular basis. Thankfully I have amassed nearly twice as many chapters as I have posted in the time since I’ve stopped posting. As of today, I’ll be back on my bi-weekly schedule until Adette is well and done. If all goes to plan, Adette will be the first novel length thing I’ll have actually finished.

No links today. All of the rest of the chapters will simply be on my blog now. Without any further ado, Chapter 28.


Chapter 28: Addy?


People bustled across the square in familiar clumps. A few vendors called out in vain attempts to get people to come and look at their wares. Market day in Swynton was the weekly social event everyone looked forward to. People spruced up their nicest things and took to the square both to shop and to be seen.

Adette too had her own basket tucked in the crook of her arm. She had braved the market several times since moving outside of Swynton, but today she felt on display. Her recent visits seemed to have taken some of the stigma away from her presence which meant that people felt more comfortable staring.

Finally the attention got the better of her. Adette took off across the well traveled grass towards the bustling bakery. She avoided the busy front step and went straight to the back of the building. Her fingers squeezed and loosened around the basket handle. Outside the back doorway, Adette swayed nervously back and forth on her feet. Lana had said to meet her here, but now she felt a bit creepy hanging around the back door to the bakery.

The back door burst open. Smells of bread and rolls rolled out of the back door in a humid wave. On its crest came Lana. She’d put on her best dress, but had missed a few splotches of flour on her face. Adette forgot her awkwardness completely and started to laugh. Lana stopped dead in front of the doorway.

“Where is it?” she demanded while she pulled the back door shut.

“Upper right cheek, just below the middle of your bottom lip, and your hairline just above your left temple,” Adette reported dutifully. Lana dug into a pocket hidden in the side of her skirt and produced a large, clean handkerchief. She began to rub vigorously at the various flour spots until she judged they had to be gone. Her hand lowered but the handkerchief didn’t disappear. Lana leveled a very meaningful look at Adette.

“You’ve gotten it all.” Lana nodded and thrust the handkerchief back into the pocket from which it had come.

“Good. I’m ready then. Have you bought anything yet?” Lana peered at Adette’s basket.

“No. I thought it would be best to wait for you. You’re more likely to know if people are being fair or not.” Lana smiled knowingly.

“That I am. You’ll not be cheated on your produce today, Adette.” The pair smirked and started back toward the square, which had grown busier still since Adette had come.

“Thank God. I suspect I’ve already lost some money,” Adette grumbled.

“That is how all small towns work you know. They have to have a bit of your money before they get to know you. Once they get to know you, they don’t feel right being anything less than fair. Let’s call it a newcomer’s tax. It’s good reason to stop being a mystery.”

“Well, then I suppose it’s a good thing I ran into you. Otherwise, I suspect I might have been taxed for a very long time.” Lana turned to look at Adette. She stopped and then burst into laughter.

“You might be right there, Adette. Hmm…” Lana paused staring at Adette. She stared long enough in silence that Adette began to grow nervous again. She’d just made up her mind to say something when Lana broke the silence again. “You know. Your name is a bit awkward to say. I think you need a nickname.”

Adette turned to stare forward. She wasn’t sure whether to feel complimented or insulted. No one, other than teachers or her few school friends, had bothered using her name, and they’d all been far too formal to think of using a nickname.

“How about Dette?” Adette turned and lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a no. Hmm…I know! I’m calling you Addy.”

“You really don’t need to…”

“Nope. I’ve already made up my mind,” Lana said with a smirk. “You’ll be Addy to me for as long as you’re my friend.”

“Well, thanks.” Adette hoped her hesitance didn’t show. She wasn’t one for nicknames.


#3 – The entire neighborhood is beige and gray, but at the end of the street sits a bright blue house. Who lives there?

At the end of my street sits a bright blue house with roses, a bloody splash, beneath the gleaming window panes. Green grass glistens beneath the fresh sparkly dew. The roof, a rusty orange, slopes gracefully toward the ground. Each window seems to wink at the boring grey houses that line the cul-de-sac.

My house, and my neighbor’s house, and every other house on the street is beige as beige can be or the color of dirty ashes. The color was sucked out long ago before the time of you and me. That is until the Color Witch took up residence on my street.

Her house seemed to blossom at the end like a flower in the mud of spring. Overnight it bloomed and took up residence seeming to take up the entire end of the street. People poked their heads out of every door to see the colored spectacle. Then, just like before, they returned to their lives, drab and colorless as the houses they resided in.

I couldn’t stand the mystery of leaving such a bright house unexplored. That is how I found myself, one bright, black, star-filled night staring at the witches purple front door. My eyes hazed over. They couldn’t take all of the different colors. They weren’t used to it.

My hand raised on its own. My arm extended toward the door and then hovered, inches from the heavy, purple wood. With a bang, the door flew open. Beyond the door was a blinding combination of bright oranges, yellows, greens, blues, purples, pinks, whites, and colors I had no name for.

I blinked once, twice. A face, nearly buried in fabric, cracked into a smile. Bright, white teeth glowed between her bright red lips.

“Hello!” she said, nearly shouting, “What brings you to my door?”

Words. I used to know what words were, once upon a time. The booming voice of the witch blew them all away. They hid in corners and  behind chairs. Some of them just covered their eyes and pretended not to be seen.

“Are you one of the neighborhood children?” the witch boomed again.

“I live three doors down,” I stammered.

“Oh! That’s lovely,” the witch exclaimed. Everything about her seemed larger and brighter than anything else I’d seen before. “You look like you need some cake.”

In a swirl of brightly colored fabric, the witch turned and headed back to where I assumed the kitchen was located. I liked cake, but I was no stranger to fairy tales and hungry witches. I followed cautiously. The hallway alternated between colors and patterns. It was enough to give you a headache.

Beyond the doorway at the end of the short hallway, sat a brightly lit kitchen with sunflower yellow walls. The smell of sugar hit me in the face.

At the center of the table, a bright pink and purple sugary confection towered.

“Take a seat dear,”  the witch said. She settled two plates onto the table and placed bright silver forks beside them. She was halfway through slicing the second slice before I came to my sense.

“I should go,” I whispered.

Adette Price Undercover Witch Chapter 19: Really?


That’s right folks. It’s back up an running. Chapter 19 is here for your enjoyment. We will back on the regular two week schedule as of today. Adette’s finally going to confront whatever has made Samantha’s son sick.  I can’t promise that things won’t end on a cliffhanger as usual. Enjoy!

Adette Price Undercover Witch Chapter 18: Matchmaker, Matchmaker


Sorry folks for being late to post this. This chapter has been up on Wide Island View for a little while, but I’ve been very busy with moving back to the United States. I’m posting it as a sort of announcement about the fact that Adette will begin back up again shortly.

My new students know that bugging me will make things go faster. Since I’ve been bothered so vigorously, I will begin posting new chapters within the next week.

Happy Reading!

Adette Price Chapter 10: Trouble in Town


It’s that time again. A new chapter of the Adette Price story is on the books. Go check it out down there.

With a loaf under each arm, Adette made her way back across the square. The whispers chased her out of the village. Adette tried her best not to make out what was being said. She shuffled along, doing her best to keep hold of Karl’s leash. He was being obliging at the moment.

With her head held high, Adette marched out of Swynton’s front gates. People watched but lost interest quickly. Her novelty was finally beginning to wane. A few steps through the front gate, a shiver ran the length of her spine and stopped her dead. When she looked down at Karl, she found that he was looking up at her.

“Oh no.” The scream Adette had anticipated split the air and her skull. She felt her knees crunch into the gravel beneath her feet. Karl skittered out of the way. His eyes twitched back and forth from her to the main gate and back. A cold nose slipped beneath Adette’s arm. Karl’s tongue found her cheek.

“I’m all right. I just hope no one was paying attention to me. Sorry Karl, last time today I promise.” On jellied legs, Adette rose and turned back. Apologetically, she tied Karl to the nearest tree. The bread she stowed just out of reach of Karl. Then she darted back toward the square, feeling nervous that she’d look strange. The farther in she got the more the headache seemed to subside. The other paid her no attention. They  seemed to be focused on the center of the square. A ring of people had formed but Adette wasn’t sure around what.

Adette did her best to ignore the subsiding pain in her head and push through the circle of people. She earned herself a few nasty looks but managed to get into the inner circle. A young boy lay on the ground shivering and shaking violently. His mouth stretched open in a silent scream. His eyes stared into the sky above.

Reluctantly, Adette followed his eyes into the bright blue, mid-afternoon sky. As her eyes swept upwards, she spotted a thin shadowy tendril. It pulsed with a darkness that seemed to suck in the light around it. What was it connected to? Bodies jostled hers, trying to force her back into the crowd where she, the outsider, belonged. She cleared her throat and shoved her way forward. In her distraction, she’d lost track of the tendril.

“Everyone make way please,” called a voice from the back of the crowd. This time everyone yielded and backed away from the boy. A tall, scholarly looking man stepped through the cooperating crowd with a leather bag in hand.

“Thank God doctor. He just collapsed. He won’t move.” A woman, who was obviously the boy’s mother, was speaking frantically. The boy hadn’t changed in the least. Adette squinted. She had a suspicion. If only… there it was. Into the boys gaping mouth slithered the same tendril she’d seen before. The closer to the boy’s mouth it got, the finer it became.

“It’s taking him over,” Adette whispered before she could think. A few people turned to look at her. Adette pretended that she hadn’t said anything.

The doctor made a big show of checking everything he knew how to check. Adette could tell by the look on his face that he had no idea what was wrong with the boy. He couldn’t help him. Only Adette could. The trouble was no one else could know about it. The doctor began making motions to get the boy back to his home where he could exam him more thoroughly. She had to do something, but what? The tendril of darkness had all but gone. Soon it would be inside him. Who knew what it would do then.

Adette watched in horror as the boy was scooped into the burly arms of one of the on-looking men. Everything began happening more quickly. The man who’d picked him up was halfway to a standing position when the boy’s mouth snapped shut. All traces of the darkness were now gone. His eyes slowly rolled downwards. They took in the sight of the gathered crowd. They rested slowly, predatorily on each face before finding the familiar face of his mother.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” The desperate mother snatched the boy out of the arms of the man. Adette didn’t buy it for a second.