Witches are not real and witchcraft does not work.
There are no candles scented with the power to convince a former lover to return, no violet clouds to be cooked in the backyard for eternal youth.
This is only one of the witches tragedies.
They live in a world in which something needed to be seen.
Something needed to be found, so eager eyes and ears observed the lady with the dying infant, the widow with already three husbands gone, or the lonesome boy scribbling something into one of his books, and those eyes and ears tried to find.
A reason for suffering?
A reason for death?
Witches are a symptom of a world facing disaster and being unable to find an explanation.
They are something found by eager eyes and ears unwilling to accept a cause to be found invisible in the air, or even their own blood.
Witches are not real, and still they burn.
This is the tragedy of witching.
A witch with no regrets
This night feels cozy.Midnight has passed.No sleep, but another cup of tea in vanilla scented candlelight.“Are you saying you have no regrets?”, my witch giggles. When I was younger, I was often warned that I would regret the things that I did. I remember being 10 years old and finally telling my family that I…
Heavy rain and zombie fire – A small town of resilience part 2
This is a hopeful post, although it might not look like it at first. Recently, the region I am living in is experiencing a historical wildfire, and it was getting terrifyingly close to the city that gave me a lot of inspiration to write my witching novel. The town is called Monschau, and who is…
What the stars can do to us
“Are you really lucky enough to miss out on a few shooting stars?”, my witch asks as I try to fall asleep. Well, who of us ever is? We had seen 6 very bright shooting stars, but I was getting cold and tired. Can I afford to sleep during the peak of the perseids? I…
Mistress witch writes 
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