Sarra Baker

sara baker the year was 1742.cemintina of bristol was ripped from her home; sir william was also dragged off from a tavern as he drank ail, by those of the witch-hunt, for the crime of being unmarried lovers, and non-believers of the true faith. cemintina was striped naked to a post; sir william slashed by the small knifes, and kicked, as cemintina was burned by the short sticks of amber. “repent, sir william or your fate will be the same as your love”. “no, for i have not sinned to love my cemintina." "fetch the butcher kling" yelled mayer jenkins. a sweet smell filled the air. "sara baker saw the two of you in a dream having intercourse in the form of goat, walter bush has had six cows die and there has been no rain for 21 days!" proclaimed the mayer as the butcher kling arrived, and a soft sweet smell filled the air. bundles of wood were laid at the feet of cemintina."then watch thy love burn into hell,” said the walter bush as one of the town’s old fat hags plunged a burnining poker into cemintina's left eye. cemintina screamed so loud, it seamed the ground shuck. thunder crackled in the distance, maybe there would be some rain finally some of the town folk thought. the butcher kling was untying his satchel, so fast and trained were his hand no one even saw the blade, just a spray of blood as sir william's nose flew two feet onto the air, blood filled his eyes. he fell limp with shock. cementina then said one more prayer before the fire was lit. birds of all shapes and sizes covered the thicket roofs, creating such a roar and a ruckus. something she read in a black book an older woman had given her. it was in old celtic language of the druids. "open william's shirt" grumbled butcher kling in his thick dutch accent. sir william's inererds were displaced to the ground faster then the blackest stead. before cementina died she finished her words. then suddenly sky turned dark and the sun was blocked from the moon. the earth started to shake and cracked like an open mouth. people started to scream, "the devil has came to take us all." electricity filled the darkening air. sara baker stode in terror, the sound of thousands of birds, the sound of crackling bacon, the last mortal screams of man, woman and child all filling the air. in the near pitch black as a tar like smoke filled the air thru flaming cracks in the ground. she saw people bust into flames, (just orange orbs), others just imploding into nothing, with the sound of an army cannon. as the sun appeared behind the dark side of the moon, only one living person remained in the village. sara baker lay in a ball, blind, as she would remain for the rest of her life. "then it was over" sara baker said from her deathbed many years later. just before her family watched her take in her last breath, she whispered, "the devil is at the door. someone let him in".

tina and billy 5-11-2007 thru 7-4-2007