FICTION FROM DR. DRIVE BY
CHAPTER 8A ELECTRA THE WITCH 'What you want, baby?' She cooed as Szgabu strode into the rear of her chapel on 47th Street. 'I don't want my palm read, I don't want no chart, I don't want no charm; what I need is a powerful spell. I'm in much trouble and I got to get out of it.' 'Be cool baby.' She... Sign in to see full entry.