A witch is not easy to get rid of.
They cling to life with the persistence of all the joy their demonic lover ever offered them.
There are gruesome tales about people only hanging their witches, and burrying them outside their city walls, only to find them roaming the forest at night. A poor soul had to be send to dig them up once more and cut off their legs, and if even that did not help, the grave had to be opened up even once more to remove the head and pray that she may not ever be seen in the shadows again.
The only way to ever kill a witch is to not spare their body any pain at all and let it vanish in the flames, for it has felt things not meant to be in this world and was made of poisened flesh.
My witch giggled and I had to repeat her voice in my head. „What do you mean, they were roaming the forest at night …?“
And Layla shrugged amused. „Just things terrified people see at night that cause them doing desperate shit the next day.“
Without those, history would be boring, right?
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 