I always wanted to write a story dealing with witches in the Appalachian Mountains. I don’t think its a far stretch because I’m sure there are some witches in the high country. I wanted to add a fantasy element to the story, however. I’m short on time, but hopefully I can pull you in enough tonight that you’ll want to come back for more later!
The Witches of Appalachia
Carla’s lifelong dream was to hike the Appalachian Trail. She had trained for this moment for months, working with coaches and therapists to prepare her body and mind for the grueling task ahead. She had friends with whom she had hiked portions of the Trail before, but this expedition would be several months of extreme living and she would do it alone.
She expected the beginning to be a breeze. She expected to love the sights, sounds, and smells of the great outdoors. She expected to feel at home even in places she’d never been before because man after all came from the dirt he treads upon, and she knew there would be places along the Trail that she recognized, especially through her home state of North Carolina. She knew the journey would become tiresome and grueling at some point and that she’d miss her bed and her friends and family.
What she did not expect, what no one expected, and what she could not in a million years prepare herself for, was her encounter with the witches.