„I never told him this“, my witch whispered.
You touched a part of my soul
that had always been hidden.
You found it all by yourself
and I wanted you to keep it.
That part was wounded
very long ago
and I never noticed the pain
until you showed me
that this was no scar
but still bleeding
and I am still leaking.
„I never told him any of this“, Layla whispered into the garden flower scented candle light, and I felt the weight of unsaid words and broken dreams appear between us. „But I think that he knew. In all those small moments when he had just so survived and Dystopia neglected us for a while.“
Two broken girls are smiling tonight.
Unloved tale
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Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!
Intrigued. And quite as bit terrified.Those were the exact same words I got as feedback from my friends whom I’d recently handed the first pages of the witching novel to. Seems like I’ve accomplished my task, right? I’m the haunted girl scaring all her friends!No, but really. It felt as if I was understood through…
Tale about the softest secret
This tale is about a girl I once knew. This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly were…
Mistress witch writes 