I woke up one hari from a dream and remembered every detik of it. In the ten minuets I stayed in tempat tidur awake but didn;t get up yet, I thought up a story. I went downstairs and typed this up, not caring about grammar, spelling, atau sounding good at all. I stopped halfway through because my burst of creative energy had run out. Please excuse the choppiness and poor style of it, and just pay attention to the plot. Maybe it will inspire anda atau give anda ideas for something else.

There is an evil witch that has a gray, mushy body that is very bony and bat-like, she can fly and screech and materialize and shove herself down people’s throats to take over her body. She lives in a tall tower of a kastil, castle made out of dark blue stone in the middle of a dark forest that moves around in the world oleh magic. She is immortal.
In the 600’s, she lived near a peaceful fairytale village. In the center there was a castle, and the people who are important to the story who live there are; a king, queen, many princesses, and a jester. Visiting is a prince from another kingdom in hopes to marry the eldest princess. Outside the village lives a poor, beautiful maiden who is in an arranged engagement to a rich merchant who is neither mean nor ugly, but rather bland and unexciting.
But wait, the entire village is falling into a trap made oleh the evil witch. Years ago, when the king and queen had their first daughter, she was the most beautiful girl anyone had ever seen, even as a baby. The witch wanted to take over the girl’s body for two reasons. One, she was always tortured and incredibly jealous of youth and beauty since the beginning of her existence and wanted it for herself. Second, if she was in control of such a beautiful body, she could seduce the whole village to do her bidding, and then maybe control the entire world. Unfortunately for her, she would never be able to enter a body so pure and good. So, the night after the young girl was born, she flew into the kastil, castle stealthily and mencuri the infant, and replaced her with another baby girl that had just been born in the village. Her hopes were to have the princes live hard childhoods while watching the fake princess have all the care, attention, and frivolities anyone could ever ask for. When the real princess’s body was in the prime of its beauty, she would reveal to her that she was the one who really deserved all those nice things. Being evil, the witch was sure that this would make the girl angry and hateful, maybe even enough to kill the fake princess. That would dirty her soul just enough to let the witch take over her body.
This is how they grew up. The fake princess turned out to be almost as beautiful as the real one, but a lot of it had to do with the make-up, jewels, dresses, diets, and hairdo’s rather than natural beauty. She was very nice, but a little bit airheaded, but never did anything mean atau wrong. The king and queen had seven other daughters after the first, who got along very well with each other and the fake princess. When they were young, they oleh chance met with the maiden who lived in the village, and played with her in the courtyard and became very good friends, until the king and queen came to say it was improper to meddle with commoners. The maiden’s family was very poor, and she had to do a fair amount of chores, but her parents weren’t unfair atau controlling. They cared for her and wanted her to live a comfortable life when they sent her off into the world. When she was 16, they wanted her to marry the merchant because he would be able to support her. He was most happy to agree to marry her because she was, of course, incredibly beautiful and benevolent.
At age 16 was also the traditional time for the king and queen to bring in suitors for their daughter. The prince who first visited was known across the world as being dashing, charming, unimaginably handsome, confident, and talented. He and the fake princess, of course, was a perfect match and fell in cinta immediately. This was good news in the witch’s eyes, for she was sure the maiden would be passionately jealous of the fake princess. This didn’t bother the maiden, though, because she was secretly madly in cinta with the court jester. He grew up the same time as the maiden did, and was apprenticed as a jester to his father, and at age 12 he was old enough to start work. The maiden had always seen him practicing, she sometimes climbed up the dinding of the courtyard to watch him; he was a different kind of funny. Instead of poking fun at different people’s jobs, political figures, people in the audience, ect., he made a fool of himself and graciously accepted applause and laughter. He also sang songs for the court, not just funny songs, but all kinds of songs. The maiden’s jantung leapt every time she heard his voice. Not that the maiden really disliked the prince, but she was almost insulted when people talked about how amazing the prince’s loud bravado voice was, ignoring the talents of the jester. The prince sang songs about his own adventures and achievements, and sometimes he would sing a trite song about how pretty the fake princess was to woo her.
One day, the royal family was hosting a ball for the entire kingdom and beyond to attend to celebrate midsummer. The witch planned to reveal to the maiden the truth at exactly midnight. The maiden attended the ball with her fiancé, the whole time stealing longing glances at the jester, who was part of the band for the evening. Every time he smiled atau hit an exquisitely lovely note, her jantung would break a little more, knowing she was bound to the merchant instead of him.
Right before midnight, the witch’s plans were ruined. Just oleh chance, no magic atau divine intervention involved, lighting struck the castle, catching it on api and killing everyone inside. Very frustrated, the witch cast a spell on everybody there. She didn’t know when atau where it would happen, but sometimes in the future, all those people who died that night would be reincarnated, body and soul, in a way so they would all be the same age in relation to each other and have the same kind of relationships that they did back then. That way, the witch could try her plan again. Until that happened, the souls would be stuck in nothingness, not able to pass on to the afterlife, whatever that may be.

It just so happened that everyone reincarnated around 2000, in and around Maryland. The witch’s kastil, castle and woods had moved to Cape Cod.
This time around, the witch wasn’t looking for power, only beauty. During all the time that had past, she thought of a better way to gain power. As anda know, in today’s society, people are much easier to persuade to do something bad to get what they want. People are all about ambition and dreams, and jealousy can be mistaken for just wanting something anda rightfully should have. This is especially true in the akting industry. The witch knew that with all these people’s preoccupation with bernyanyi and the arts, they would no doubt be part of the theatre in one way atau another when reincarnated in the modern world.
There was a woman living in Cape Cod, whose soul was dry and withered, and the witch was able o take over her body. She was Maryl Streep looking, but with really grey hair, not white, but grey. She set up a kind of reward system that was all high and mighty in the world of theatre when she learned of the rebirth of the maiden. She would invite high schools from all around the country to bring ten people to her kastil, castle and perform in a play on a beautiful stage she built. She asked talent agents and casting directors from film and Broadway plays (with a little magical persuasion) to come, too. The students would arrive a week before the scouts would be there, to decide who should get to try out for the play from their group of students, and auditioning to get the best part in the play. At night they all sleep on acak parts of the floor of the kastil, castle in sleeping bags they bring. Since the witch runs the whole thing, people are already under her control. What they want is so much in her power, they half worship her. Everyone wanted to be close to her and get on her good side. The people who tried most to flatter her over the years became her minions. She turned them all into ikan and threw them in domba pond, and turns them back into humans only so they can do her bidding. These poor souls have been so brainwashed oleh their ambition to become an actor that even though she does all this bad stuff to them, they still revere her and gladly do whatever she asks without question, in hopes that she may one hari put them center stage. The spell would be broken if they somehow came to their senses and admitted there are lebih important things to life than being the star.