“I wish we’d fit the picture frame”, were words whispered onto a window covered in rain drops. And if so,would these hands still play with ebony hair?Would there be arms to hold onto, strong but fragile?Fragile in the end, but holding on,although her shoulders escape the neckline of her dress?The picture frame? “If we’d fitContinue reading ““I wish we’d fit the picture frame.””
Category Archives: The historical horror of being alive
A witching instruction
For the following instruction, you need a broken heart!You need to be desperate and deceived to follow this guide and get back what only a witch might have stolen from you!These words are provided by those to catch you on a dark path and guide you back into the known world, where each part ofContinue reading “A witching instruction”
Deadline thoughts!
These are the thoughts of a perfectly sane – wait, no!I can‘t say that about myself anymore.But perfectly reasonable thoughts of a women – and my witch rolls her eyes at me.Yes, let‘s stick with person with a uterus, to not even try to hide our struggle.„And reasonable?“, Layla mocks me. „What about this isContinue reading “Deadline thoughts!”
Medieval magic! – Visiting St. Reinoldi in Dortmund
I am visiting a fascinating medieval tale today! It is about a dead body searching for a home and a self-driving carriage! Or, should I cite my witch and call this just the kind of weird little magic men could get away with while she had to burn? Let‘s take a look at this! TheContinue reading “Medieval magic! – Visiting St. Reinoldi in Dortmund”
Dystopia now
Since this was once my Dystopia diary, I recently had to think about how much my life changed in the past 3 years, or since the last normal winter, before things got kind of weird. How about you? Has your life changed a lot? On a longer train ride recently, I have (finally!) continued readingContinue reading “Dystopia now”
Still crashing worlds! Or, update on the witching novel.
I am still done with letting her world crash. I mean, the first part of the witching novel, of course.My goal of telling the whole life story of a witch in central Europe in the 17th century has the challenge of including all the different stages of life. That does not just pose the difficultyContinue reading “Still crashing worlds! Or, update on the witching novel.”
Tale about a distant love
“I had a dream about missing you.In that dream, I missed you oh! So badly, I caught the next train.I caught the next train to you, and as the gray distance was flying by, I thought of your eyes on me!Of hearing your breath, and of all of you … …and I realized how shockedContinue reading “Tale about a distant love”
9 reasons why I would have died as a witch!
Have you ever wondered how much magic there is inside of you?Or, if there is something magical in this world, how would it show in you?What species are you in your favourite fantasy or sci fi setting?Which Hogwarts house? Which shirt color in star trek? Belonging to one of those children that half-seriously hoped forContinue reading “9 reasons why I would have died as a witch!”
With needles and giggles
When the fire had burned down, she wished she could have loved as someone else. As the faithful housewife. As the promising young woman. When the last flames where crackling, she wished she had not loved as the witch. Equipped with needles. Once the storm was over, she wished she could have kissed as someoneContinue reading “With needles and giggles”
The witch and consequences
Some truths belong into candle light with a cup of tea, boiling hot and with sugar.Yes, witches need their sugar.And we’re not sorry. “When do you accept that you don’t always know the consequences of things”, my witch giggles, and as I scoff offended, the light dances and flickers.Of course I am aware of theContinue reading “The witch and consequences”
New year’s thoughts with my witch!
Celebrating new year’s eve is something I have never enjoyed. I cannot really tell why. After all the little magical Christmas things I enjoy so much, this evening seems much more stressful. Much more real. Like a party for real adults to look back and making new plans. Although I have not taken part inContinue reading “New year’s thoughts with my witch!”
Painless tale
“About the one who never caused any pain”, my witch whispers and rises her glass into the night. “At least none that wasn’t asked for.” And she giggles. It was the one with the darkest of masks whose judgment the witch feared the most. The mask meaning death.Mirroring it, defying it!Making her witching heart race,Continue reading “Painless tale”
My favourite thing to do with needles!
Witches and needles belong together, remember? So, I think it’s time to show my favourite thing to use them for! Are you curious? Needles were so often used to prove the evil hiding inside a housewife having used her tools to patch some socks, to fix a shirt, and most-importantly of course, to work forbiddenContinue reading “My favourite thing to do with needles!”
My personal exorcism
I have recently discovered that I am one witchy experience ahead of my witching visitor!Well, not really ahead.I have never been standing trial and almost gotten burned after having had a few too many miscarriages and a husband dying under mysterious circumstances, but I have made one spooky and painful experience she never has! LaylaContinue reading “My personal exorcism”
Dystopia twist
Seeing horrors happening in the world shapes a mind in terrifying ways. I would like to think that it is a shared interest to make any terrible thing in the world stop, or to prevent it from ever happening at all.A shared interest of us as human beings.Insert any horror you would like here.War.Plague.Climate disaster.…orContinue reading “Dystopia twist”
My magical truth!
When I was probably too little for this, my parents had decided for me to learn a truth about life which they thought to be important. So, as a little girl, not yet a witch but always fond of those weird ladies with big noses showing up in my picture books, I was told somethingContinue reading “My magical truth!”
A tale worth telling!
One thing the witch knew was that the world was on fire, in those days that her tale is about.Her tale that is being told,with all the horrors along the way. She had been breathing the ashes,and she had lost a fingertip while picking up the shardsof things. And why is it worth telling ofContinue reading “A tale worth telling!”
Escalating tale
Very often, I had lately assumed to have written the last chapter of my Dystopia diary. Since this is also about witching, and I have only scratched on the surface of that, no problem! But I keep adding new chapters to it, my Dystopia diary.An easy explanation for this seems to be that Dystopia isContinue reading “Escalating tale”
Long night thoughts
Nights are long and cold now.I am not really sure what they taste like.„And the days are just cheating“, I complain to my witch. While walking across the field, I have to admit that I was in a hurry, but I took one second to cast a view into the distance, and to feel theContinue reading “Long night thoughts”
“Missing you awoke my soul.”
Vanilla scented dancing lights, whenever she‘s awake!I ask my witch: „Who is she?“This other part.This part of me.The part that paints vanilla scented shadows at the horizon and tickles legs to run onto them.„She is a part us, you know?“She woke up to keep memories that were never made.To remember things that were not felt.SheContinue reading ““Missing you awoke my soul.””
What the witch’s body was made for
A demon needs all the functions of a witching body. They need it more than anything else in the universe. They need its flesh to drown in fluid, and its fluids to be the sea, ready to rise in a storm. A demon needs the witch to follow their demands for simple things, such asContinue reading “What the witch’s body was made for”
Writing voices!
The voice of my witch is much sweeter than mine. Sweeter, but sometimes breaking, only stirring the vocal chords just so enough to move and creak, cozy and intimate. Having found the voice of my witch in my head made me say things I have always wanted to say but did not know how to.Continue reading “Writing voices!”
A magical moment!
Although I recently wrote about my rational view on things, I want to share a moment of magic that happened to me. This moment made me feel connected to the universe, to the time passing by and to the stars in the sky.The moment belonged to an empty, not very interesting day. That was goodContinue reading “A magical moment!”
A few autumn spells!
This post is an autumn spell! Autumn has for very long been my favourite season. I have always loved the rain, the storms and the colorful landscapes! The days are not too short yet, there is still a good chance to catch enough sunlight to have the energy to do things. Still, this year IContinue reading “A few autumn spells!”
Tale about trust
Once the witch walked down this path, she would see love.“I will see you again”, the witch whispered, carefully eyeing the path.The path was here yesterday.The path is here now.But how to know that is not gonna crack?How to know that it is not gonna crumble?Or disappear?Is walking it down 1000 times enough?Enough to trust?EnoughContinue reading “Tale about trust”
About finding magic in things
When I told my mother about starting work at a museum and had told her a lot about archaeology and geology, she tried to bond with me through talking about crystals.Apparently, she has those that clean the air, and even those that reorganize the water molecules after they were poured into the glass with tooContinue reading “About finding magic in things”
Tale for my angels
„What if your guardian angel is a pervert?“, my witch giggles into her hot chocolate as we try to make ourselves as comfortable as the dark months allow. With hot chocolate, vanilla scented candles, and a lot of fairylights to glow in the dark and ask for the universe to keep them safe and warmContinue reading “Tale for my angels”
Tale about a witching promise
“I try not to lose my heart.Without mine, how could I keep yours safe?And I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose your now.So, I climb up that wall.On ranks, over loose stones.Not sure if I’ll survive.I won’t give up now,because I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose you now.” … A witch sang into theContinue reading “Tale about a witching promise”
Witching writing struggle
Witches know their recipes, right?“Then, why am I so bad at summoning my perfect week?”, I ask my witch on the last train home. Home.Coming home means fairy lights and tastes like cinnamon. No home without a cat meowing!Waiting for me was waiting pots to clean and a kitchen to renovate.“Maybe, it’s just that oldContinue reading “Witching writing struggle”
Awake since death
Hands collecting shards.They are cutting through the basket.Some are getting stuck in skin.She has been awake since death. Arms being strengthened.Muscles pulsating.A stomach denying food.He has been awake since death. No one is speaking.No words ever fit.Silence is singing.They have been awake since death. Tissue ripped open.Bodies untouched.Songs unsung.Skin to stone, with cracks revealing:We haveContinue reading “Awake since death”
Mistress witch writes 