Novel & Cerita Itchy Ear Superstition

One of the men said, making Charms hold her hands up in no offense. “My bad, my momma be saying I talk too much. Some times she says she wish she could snatch her ears off and stuff them down my throat, so she won't have to listen to me talk so much.” “Yea I am with your mother, I wish I could snatch his ears off and stuff them in my ears so I won't have to hear you yapping the entire run back to the pack.” One of the men said and the other one laughed. “Don't wish that on me, how about I wish I could take your ears off and stuff them up your ass.” The other man said in response. Charms smiled as her powers activated.

"You've been feeling unwell a lot recently." "..." Candice's heart skipped a beat. She pretended to be confused, "Yeah, ever since I went to that temple, I’ve been feeling a little off. Do you think I might have brought something bad back from the mountain?" She tried hard to mislead him. Charlie laughed lightly, "You and my grandmother would definitely have a lot to talk about with all this superstition." Candice didn’t argue or agree. Outside the room, Jim knocked and brought in the porridge.

She called out after me, "Don't become a rabbit-woman! Get out of this hellhole! Don't trust anyone! Leave and never come back!" I didn't know her, so I picked up my pace and ran. First light had broken when I reached home. I immediately started on breakfast, but when I crouched, I felt an intense itch coming from my backside. Specifically, my tailbone. While eating, I instinctively scratched my backside. Mom noticed my odd behavior and asked, "What's wrong?" I told her the truth. "My backside's been itching like crazy these last couple of days. Am I sick, Mom?"

“So, do you guys think tonight will be quiet or busy?” Annie asked Big Bob and Andy just after Sheriff Gold had left the Department. “I can’t believe you just used the 'Q' word. Didn’t Little Bob tell you never to use that word?” Big Bob asked her, shaking his head. Andy and Madison just looked at Annie in amazement. Most people did not believe in the superstition that using the word quiet made things happen during a shift. However, they knew it was true, and it often did cause things to get busy and usually go downhill quickly.

My ears rang after I heard the loud crack of thunder accompanied by a lightning strike. It was massive—and kind of terrifying. My teammates just laughed and shook their heads, clearly having felt the same shock I did. "My mom used to say that when there's thunder and lightning, the gods are fighting up above," one of my teammates said. "And you still believe that?" I chuckled. "No, not after I watched that documentary." He shrugged. "If we were stuck in the old ways like the werewolves of the past, maybe I'd believe it forever."

The acupoints on the soles of human feet were sensitive. Darryl channeled his internal energy through his fingers, the stimulation made her itch. The itch was unbearable even to a person with a much stronger internal energy. He used the same trick on Yvette and Yvette was begging mercy. Darryl knew that no matter how stubborn one was, one was still afraid of itch. Irene was squirming as the unbearable itch came incessantly from the soles of her feet. No one could fight the annoying itch! The little fairy started giggling uncontrollably.

“We managed to fool him, thanks to you.” “Do you think we can get some information out of Ethan?” Elliot laughed. “We probably can. Also, my aunt believes in rituals. I remember my mom telling me about Ethan having a high fever that wouldn’t go away when he was five or six. He took plenty of medicine, but nothing worked. “His mom suspected some spiritual influence was the cause, so she consulted someone who said it was because my late great-grandfather liked Ethan. My aunt thought my great-grandfather’s fondness for Ethan caused his prolonged fever.

she twisted his ears making him yelp. "Mom… ouch… ouch… it hurts. No one would marry me in future, If I have big ears," he whined. "I don't care," Sita said and gave one last hard twist to his ears. Even though no one spoke, the atmosphere turned lighter. ----

As we waited for the both of them to arrive, I listened to a conversation the elders were having amongst themselves. “….. its really bad, you know. He was her only son from all he husbands” “ yeah, I heard he died sweating, like some monster had bitten him ” “ I also heard he had boils all over his skin” “ but I wonder, what kind of ailment could be hard for Samantha to treat” “I also heard that it was some spell, put by a witch” one said. “ I heard that they didn’t call her at all, they thought that they could do it on their own”

That included beating me up, apparently. I strained my ears, remembering a half-forgotten moment from school when one of my friends had told me, very seriously, that opening your mouth and closing your eyes helped you to hear. We’d all laughed – we were werewolves, after all, not humans with their useless ears. Now, I didn’t find it quite so funny – and I found myself squeezing my eyes shut tight and parting my lips, feeling both foolish and hopeful all at once.