How witches came to fly

Have you ever wondered if you truly belong into this world, or if a terrible mistake was made and the universe dropped you off somewhere you never were supposed to be and will not ever make any sense at all?

No? Well, then you are lucky, but this witching tale might still be worth your time.

Yes? Oh, then I suppose you know about attempts to escape and become someone else somewhere else, or at least make yourself believe so for a moment. Maybe you even know about the urge to break apart whatever chains you in this existence, and it has sometimes resulted in empty wine bottles and screaming at night on a field. Yes?
Well, witches are better at this.
Because this is when witches fly.

Witches break the rules, remember?
The very core of their existence threatens this world, because they dream things which are not allowed to be. Witches do not contribute anything useful to the existence keeping them in chains, and some go wild enough to lose their heads into the clouds.
Witches were believed to fly off on all kinds of things, and not just on brooms. A spoon with a long grip, a horse, or even an uprooted tree.
Everything could be ridden into the mountains to escape reality and to not accept to be in pain.

Even though I did not manage to fly away yet, this reminds me to keep my head in the clouds.
And it also makes me think of my old cat, who never gave up on pushing things off the table to one day trick gravity after all.

Haunting Humor of a failed witch

An Iced Latte.A floral dress slipping over the shoulder.“I’m finally at that stage where people congratulate me for keeping my humor”. I tell my witch in horror.“That’s what happens when you survive beyond a certain point”, my witch knows to respond and steals the Iced drink from my hands. Humor has been haunting me.Humor broke…

Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!

The feeling of being stuck was my main motivation to start this blog and summon my witch, so I love to write blog posts about all of the things that I am once again able to do! Ever since the pandemic does not have a grip around my life anymore, I can do things I…

Finding and keeping my voice

I grew up with depression, but it wasn’t mine. Honestly, I think the main reason why I started talking to my witch on this blog was that I never had people around that could give me a bearable perspective of life in this world, so I needed to rip dimensions apart. My mother never got…

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About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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