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Irish Girl With no Soul

Max Marshall

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Irish Girl With no Soul

First edition. January 8, 2024.

This book was written partially using AI Ideogram content in the text and illustrations.

Description

Grandpa Andrew sits on the couch and tells grandson Scott the story of his youth. In his youth, he was seduced by the red-haired beautiful Irish witch Samantha on St. Patrick’s Day. She turned out to be a witch, sucking the souls of men, after which they lost their memory.

In Andrew’s youth, there was a legend about a beautiful red-haired Irish witch who seduced men in bars and then sucked their soul out of them. Andrew did not believe in this and calmly went to bars. Until one day tragedy struck

Andrew had a friend, Michelle, who also often relaxed at the bar. On Sunday, he went to a bar, and red-haired beauty Samantha met him there. A few minutes later, Michelle and Samantha went to the beach to buy. And after that, Michel disappeared, no one saw him anymore.

Andrew’s girlfriend, Barbara, told everyone she knew that one day her husband just got out of bed, got in the car and drove off in an unknown direction. No one else saw him. Maybe he was bewitched by that witch Samantha.

No one believed Barbara that her husband was bewitched by a witch and she was considered crazy. Barbara was sent to a mental hospital for her stories about her missing husband. No one believed in Samantha the witch stealing men on St. Patrick’s Day.

Andrew goes to that bar called «Green Dog», where his friend Michelle disappeared, communicates with the visitors. Most people try not to answer Andrew and are surprised when he asks about some red-haired witch.

About the Author

Max Marshall creates stories that transport readers to far-off lands, immersing them in rich cultures and inviting them to experience the full spectrum of human emotion.

Nestled within the pages of countless masterpieces lies a writer whose name evokes thoughts of passion, creativity, and boundless imagination.

With an elegant command of language and a deep understanding of the human soul, this writer creates characters whose triumphs and struggles resonate deeply with readers of all ages. Whether exploring the complexities of love and loss or delving into the depths of the human psyche, this writer’s prose is as beautiful as it is insightful, revealing truths that stir the heart and inspire the soul.

Chapter 1: A Grandfather’s Story to a grandson

In a small house located in a quaint town, Andrew’s grandfather was sitting in his favorite armchair with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. Little Scott, his grandson, snuggled up to him, wanting to hear another of his grandfather’s legendary stories.

– Grandpa, tell me a story! Scott pleaded, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Grandpa Andrew laughed softly, gently ruffling Scott’s hair.

– All right, kid. How about I tell you a story about a young guy named Andrew and a naughty red-haired witch named Samantha?

Scott’s eyes glittered with excitement, and he nodded impatiently.

– Well, it all started many, many years ago, on a magical day known as St. Patrick’s Day, – Grandpa Andrew began in a soft and soothing voice.

– Young Andrew was just a boy then, full of curiosity and adventure. He had no idea that on that fateful day his life would change forever.

Andrew’s grandfather painted a vivid picture in his own words, describing the bright colors of a noisy city square filled with laughter and music.

– And she was there among the festivities, – he continued, lowering his voice to a whisper.

– Samantha, a red-haired beauty with eyes like emeralds and a smile capable of charming the stars.

Scott’s imagination soared as he imagined this charming scene.

– Andrew was a brave young man, but even the bravest souls can fall under the spell, – Andrew’s grandfather explained gently.

– Samantha, you see, was an unusual girl. She had a secret – a magical secret that would change Andrew’s life forever.

As Grandpa Andrew told his story, Scott listened intently, hanging on every word. He could feel the excitement building inside him, he couldn’t wait to find out what happened next.

– But Andrew didn’t know much, – Grandpa Andrew continued, and there was mystery in his voice,

– Samantha wasn’t who she seemed. She was a witch, a kind of sorceress who had the ability to steal the souls of unsuspecting men.

Scott gasped in disbelief, his eyes widening in surprise.

– A real witch, Grandpa? – He whispered, his heart pounding with excitement.

Grandpa Andrew nodded solemnly.

– Indeed, my dear boy. But don’t worry, this is just the beginning of our story. For, you see, even in the face of darkness, there is always a light that guides us.

And with these words, Grandfather Andrew put his arm around Scott’s shoulders, pulling him to himself, and together they set off on a magical journey filled with adventure, courage and the power of love.

Chapter 2: The Story of My Youth

In the picturesque town where Andrew lived, rumors about the legendary red-haired Irish witch spread through the cobbled streets. The stories the elders told warned of her bewitching beauty and her sinister intentions – how she lured unsuspecting men into her arms only to steal their souls.

But young Andrew paid little attention to such stories. With a heart full of courage and a mind brimming with curiosity, he ventured out into the world, seeking to explore and discover everything that lies beyond the familiar borders of his hometown.

As Andrew wandered through the busy streets, the air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and the sounds of cheerful laughter, he could not help but admire the wonders of the world around him. With each passing day, he became more and more convinced that the legends of the red-haired witch were nothing more than bizarre fairy tales composed by storytellers seeking to entertain the masses.