Witching words carried around, for witching skin to be found once more.
A witching lesson learned
“You feel so far away todayYour path leads northAnd mine does not. I came across a field just nowI thought thatYou might like it. Eyes wide openArms stretched outI still had much to learn. And when I crossedYour path back thenI thought that you could show me. How Skin could feelHow blood could cookA heart…
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…
Mistress witch writes 
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