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?
I wish I’d told you all my stories.
I want to tell you all my storiesIt’s not that they would changeIt’s just that I would likeTo see themFormA new expressionOn your face I need to tell you all my storiesI am not sureIf they makeSenseThe way I thoughtThey do. I will tell you all my storiesThey frighten meI’m sure you won’t endureI see…
Dealing with darkness in writing
This spring afternoon is glowing pink and tastes like strong tea. It feels much too familiar, and I begin to open up.I feel far away from myself as I start to talk, to babble on about my novel. About all the things I’ve been reading about in the past 5 years. About the 17th century,…
Radical witching novel rewrites at 4 AM!
I wore the same night dress my witch used to wear to get drunk on my windowsill, when I suddenly had an idea at 4 AM. Great ideas always happen at 4 AM, remember? This one however, kept me awake for at least a week, debating it back and forth. At some point my witch…
Mistress witch writes 