„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.
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 