The Witchcraft Club

Story by Josephine

Lately, I've been working on quite a few pet projects, like translating a couple of manga and studying my ass off in Japanese. Oh, and not failing this semester at college. There had been another story brewing in the back of my mind since before I finished A Young Witch, and it came into being nearly the second I realized how I wanted A Young Witch to end. As before, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I have a few more chapters already written, but I'll be releasing them gradually, to give you all time to read each one and to give myself time to finish it, now that classes are over. This won't be nearly as long as AYW, but hopefully it will be just as enjoyable.

The Witchcraft Club

by Iris Caldor

Table of Contents:

Prologue: Neophyte

Chapter 1: Initiate

Chapter 2: Sister

Chapter 3: Tested

Chapter 4: Adept

Chapter 5: Mistress

Chapter 6: Founder

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of sexual intercourse between persons of hypothetical intersexed gender, and sex with tentacles. If it is illegal for you to view this content, I don't really care. You're here at your own risk, and I claim no responsibility for your actions on the internet. If you are offended by this content, I really don't even know why you're on this site. You've been warned.

My name is Jess.

Not Jessica, or Jessie, or even Jezebel. Just Jess. I won't even tell you my last name. If I did, they would find me, and my friends, and then all the human race would be doomed.

Hee-hee! Okay, okay, just kidding. My last name is Huddleton. Jess Huddleton. I just wanted to sound cool by starting out my story like I was one of the Animorphs or something. At least it was better than that redundant 'it was a dark and stormy night' line, don't you think? And no, there's no evil aliens invading us. In fact, that'd be downright boring compared to my life now.

I'm actually just a normal highschool student. Well, I was. I wasn't scene or prep or goth or emo or neo-beat, I was just a girl struggling to get through her classes with a fairly active social life. My best friend at the time, Michelle, was the wierd one. She was the lesbo computer geek with a guy's haircut. Another girl who hung out with us was Mary, and she's a Christian. She's a little annoying and gets in all kinds of arguments with Michelle over her sexuality, but we more or less get along.

Oh. That's right. I go to Dainsworth High, in a small town on the outskirts of Nashville. It's gotten better here over the years, but most of the people in this town are old farts who are religious christian nuts. They would probably try to exorcise me or something if they learned I was part of the Witchcraft Club.

Let alone doing real magic.

That's right, not the cheap special effects and mind tricks those other magicians do; this stuff is real. I'm learning more every day, and someday, I'll become a real witch and teach a coven of my own. But that's another story; today, I'm here to tell you how it all started for me, so let me take you back to before I joined.

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"Are you crazy?" I whispered incredulously, "There's no such thing as magic!" Oh, I wanted to believe; I had wanted it to be real ever since I was a little girl, but I was a rational thinker, a scientist. Those kind of wishes seemed childish to me; after all, I was already turning into a fine, mature young woman, or so everyone said.

My book was standing on my desk like a fortress, blocking the prying eyes of Mrs. Denton, my Algebra teacher. Annie, a redhead girl in a short frilly one-piece black dress, also had her book up. She had passed me a small blank strip of paper, the universal signal in this school for 'let's talk'. "C'mon Jess, it can't hurt to come to just one meeting, can it?" Annie had a twinkle in her emerald eye that I couldn't decide whether I liked. I didn't much like Annie herself - she was a preppy attention seeker, and all her outfits were chosen deliberately to push up her boobs and make them look bigger. It miffed me; right now, they looked bigger than mine.

"I think it sounds interesting, no matter if it's real or not," offered Michelle. For my best friend, she was a strange one. Like I told you, she's a lesbian. She has brown hair, and is thin, but not curvy at all. She's more like a child, and always dresses in baggy jeans and black shirts. She's also a geek, and I swear, she is the queen of fickle. You can't get her to be intereste

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