Maresa Irvin
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I have always lived in a world of imagination. If I pass anything on to my daughters I hope it is the ability to make up a world in their minds.
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An Old Magic
The crisp October breeze grazed my slim neck as I walked down the back alley to the shop. Sliding through the door quickly, I turned the deadbolt to lock myself in, tapping the closed sign out of habit. The familiar scent of herbs and alcohol overtook me. This apothecary had been in our family for generations. So long in fact that our presence touched the history books of our quaint Pennsylvania town. Although back in the 17th century they called us witches and shunned us, while quietly sneaking in when their babies became sick. It was my choice to take it back to a more traditional standing apothecary. We sold natural remedies made with herbs and minerals that we prepared in-house.
By Maresa Irvin3 years ago in Fiction
An Old Woman's Tale (Part 1)
The wind pushed through the cracks of the ramshackle house. Barely livable. That’s what she called it. Everything worked though, the lights were on, and an aggressive fire was burning in the woodstove that sat on broken tile. There was a soft spot on the floor in front of the main entrance that came from years of floods and bad storms, you had to make sure to step over it when you came through the door otherwise your foot was certainly going to go through the boards and there would officially be a hole there. I don’t think that poor old woman could handle it if there was one more hole in her house. She raised 4 children in that house, and they took their toll on it for sure. Although some of the damage came from fights with an abusive husband who left her there one day and just never returned.
By Maresa Irvin3 years ago in Fiction
