„Together we can bend the borders of this world,
and break reality apart“,
is what they might have whispered,
when this witch was falling.
It may have been Beli,
who would have you swear
against the cruel hands of
your fathers‘.
There is also Belz,
who collects those souls
that have gone lost
and finds for them
a place to be.
Maybe it was Tanas,
winning every argument,
or Mammon,
who’ll make you burn
for things you never knew
you wanted.
„Together we can rot their souls“,
they might have said,
and a witch was falling,
was falling for them,
for one of them,
her chosen one of them,
and suddenly a pain
was easing
she hadn‘t even known
she had been in.
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 