The Witch's Broomstick - Adventures of a Kinky Librarian

All right, here's another piece of boredom I'm presenting for your praise.

I've thought of an absurd super hero schtick but halfway I changed idea and laid upon the text editor.

Now the main story is done I'll do some spinoffs. Jesus, I'm so bored.

All that Catherine wanted was a quiet life, surrounded by knowledge of thousands of books and a good pay to push the bills away.

One day at work she received a tall pile of devolutions by a mysterious lady in a black trench coat, including a small green booklet that didn't pertained to the library but the moment she looked past the books she was gone!

After work hours shuffling the booklet at home, she found it was a grimoire with instructions to become some sort of witch, barely discerning in the old language a secret rune to earn the powers of nature to help in favor of good.

Playfully she tried the rune on a plant vase she had neglected attention, the poor plant dry and withering.

Writing with a marker, she followed the directions and expected it to fail, but in fact the plant grew alive and broke the vase, its roots spreading through the concrete floor to reach earth, after a couple of minutes it was ten sizes larger and bearing flowers that turned in fresh and soft fruits.

Amazed by the supernatural power, she devoured the rest of the book and found that it had rituals for every aspect of female troubles, including a strange spell to “give a woman the virility of a knight for a whole moon cycle”.

“So this may explain why witches never had husbands...They solved the problem themselves!” Excited and curious, she reunited the ingredients for the recipe, a few household items and the fruits she just grew in her study room.

It was prepared like a simple salad, needing another rune drawn on the plate.

“Now, eat under a moonlight beam...” She turned the lights off to check for the full moon bathing the floor from a window, wondering if it would transform her or could be just an illusion.

“Here goes...” She lifted her fork valiantly and devoured the salad until the moon reflecting on the porcelain was her only sight.

Feeling quite normal, she sighed with distrust.

“At least these magic tomatoes were tasty...” She picked the dish and turned the lights, thinking of the plant she just saw growing magically.

After a quick reading through few emails and news feeds she went to bed, feeling silly about the magic book.

“What good would make a librarian being a witch, and with a dick? Silly me,” She turned off the light and laid on the bed wearing her comfy green short-doll, it was a warm night.

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