Once I saw you when the sky was pink,
but I want to see you when the sky is golden.
Once I saw you in a storm,
but I want to see you when it‘s raining.
In a world constantly breaking,
I want to keep you,
to give one thing a chance
to survive.
„Whenever I‘m hoping, I can feel someone laughing about me“, I admit to my witch during one of the first autumn storms of the year. „As if everyone knows that I am too naive and patient and forgiving.“
„But you are okay with it“, she responds proudly, remembering how different our conversations had been a year ago.
Yes, I am okay with it. Because if it keeps the idea of the one thing I hope for in this world, it will make it a better one.
Unloved tale
OnceWhen someone had herShe was almost lovedBut then this someone thought:”I can’t be allShe’d ever known”And he let her go. And She ranShe ran too fastWhen she ranShe ran too far ThenShe was found againBy another strange manWho loved her recklesslyLove turned to painAnd carved his sinInto her skin And she fledShe fled too fastWhen…
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 