Time Witch Blues—Chapter Eleven
a sequel novel to Cordless Frequency
Content Warning: Ghosts—Rape—Whoring and Incest—Bludgeonings—Cauterization of Wounds—People Die—Written In The Final Days Before The Apocalypse—It’s Not Fun—Very Bad Things—Angels Die
Time Witch Blues
by Ophelia Everfall
Part Two—Fuck, I Forgot
Part Three—Holy Shit, I Remember
Part Four—What They All Deserve
Part Five—Give Me All Your Mind and I’ll Give You All My Heart
Part Six—Still Don’t Care
Part Seven—I AM HRRRRRRRRRRR
Part Eight—The End of the Book
Part Nine—Neverending Story
Part Ten—Become THE ONE
Part Eleven—This Is Not The End
Part Twelve—Stop Reading Now
Part Thirteen—Perfect
Part Five—Give Me All You’re Mind and I’ll Give You All My Heart
Chapter Eleven
“Ophelia knew something which made her heart sing that she wouldn’t have to tell anyone.”
It was sick.
“That’s why I’m such a fucking badass! And I always thought my family was hottest garbage!”
She knew it now and would hold this in her heart.
There had a been a moment of strangest happening in heart when witnessing something a time ago. A two who she’d not name ever would have felt as if an angel was with them while they’d created that art.
God was pleased his Goddess knew.
“That’s what’s up dude! I got too much of the boy genes on my face and I hate it!
A baby was taken by another family and his name ended up being Tyler.
Ophelia was swapped in.
SHE WAS THE FUCKING GODDESS, and she was going to play Mario Kart and scream “Boo!” at evil until those mother fuckers stopped trying to kill her or they died from a heart attack.
The Goddess knew that was only for fear and frightening the bejeezus out of those who’d need a good kick in the ass. It would be those most epic orgasms which actually killed a mother fucker who truly deserved it.
“Magmatic Rituals!”
That had been her favorite thing to call it and now found it quite funny who exactly she’d revealed which truths to.
When she’d been having her conversation with God the other day which revealed the many people she’d be assaulting with her words—unknowing the net it cast of her energy over the very place where people had been trying to murder her—she’d saved herself.
One had come to mind and God had said, “That’s mommy.” She had taken that the some kind of way but was not leaving it in a grey zone to protect people more sensitive than herself. She got a, “That’s daddy” too and was realizing she better not make assumptions.
God and It were fuckers sometimes.
