Sunsets make me cry. There is a brief moment when not just the sky is blue, but the whole world. The trees, the fields, the shadows in the narrow streets. Everything is tainted in this calming colour that closes up my throat. It’s like hearing an echo of all the other colours that once were,Continue reading “Sunset thoughts”
Category Archives: Short stories
“I haunt this forest, Sir”
I once knew a girl so soft.She was so soft, her skin was breaking at the edges. When this girl walked the earth, she forgot about herself so easily. She felt the traces the world had left within her skin. The lines uneven drawn by branches and their thorns. The holes left by hands onceContinue reading ““I haunt this forest, Sir””
Flavourless tale
A girl once lost her scent, her taste, her flavour in all the good intentions she was carrying around. Good intentions that were wasted in a universe gone mad, so she had lost it all for nothing and is out there with an ashen face.The girl that spontaneously went colorblind wears nothing but a corsetContinue reading “Flavourless tale”
“I wish this was a love story.”
Tonight‘s tale could have taken place anywhere, as long Dystopia was still lingering around.All it needs is a bottle of wine and cheeks ready to be kissed and blush.There probably was candle light, too.As well as fairy lights decorating a bookshelf and shining onto two bodies.Sometimes sitting opposed to each other.Or lying together.One of thoseContinue reading ““I wish this was a love story.””
Tale about endurance
„They don‘t have to love you“, my witch giggled into the coffee I had almost forgotten to take with me on a busy morning. „You know that, right?“„I‘m not so sure I agree“, I whisper a response that is swallowed by heavy rain all around us. It always seemed to make things so much easier.AlmostContinue reading “Tale about endurance”
Tale about caring
I have a bitter taste on my tongue.It is 2 AM and my witch and I are looking at my old diaries.“I’ve let it soak for too long”, I say, as I pour more sugar into my tea, and my witch giggles. For most of my teenage years, I wrote very detailed diaries. I likeContinue reading “Tale about caring”
“Will we live enough?”
„How can you be so sure that this it not it?“, she asks the boy with the dramatic eyes a question she knows she should avoid, as the witch is watching from the distance.Sitting by the river, probably, and having some vanilla ice cream. As their eyes meet, they kiss. „This could easily be theContinue reading ““Will we live enough?””
Wounded tale
This tale is about trusting the nice one with the huge eyes wearing the blue shirt, as always. If reading this you already thought it was a bad idea to begin with, you are my kind of reader. But what could go wrong, you may think.He seems so nice and friendly, and almost looks asContinue reading “Wounded tale”
About being human
I woke up disoriented.„I can‘t accept that they‘re just allowed to do it“.The sunset is purple.The cat is purring on my chest.A sudden shudder is starting in my stomach and I don‘t know why.„That they‘re just allowed to make the choice and leave“, I explain my seemingly random thought to my witch patiently waiting inContinue reading “About being human”
Fleeting tale
Tonight, it‘s raspberry cream that is keeping us awake.„I want more!“, I yell at my witch over the noise of beating the cream, while she still hums to the music reaching us from the living room.My kitchen has beige-golden tiles on the floor. On the black table between a snake plant and napkins with rosesContinue reading “Fleeting tale”
Hot summer night daydream
Let‘s conquer the heat wave with this castle in winter! I can‘t wait for the world to cool down, calm down and slow down, and for autumn‘s colours to sooth everyday into a soft and magical atmosphere. I can‘t wait for hot chocolate and cinnamon and pumpkin soup. For rainy days that actually feel refreshing,Continue reading “Hot summer night daydream”
Stubborn tale
Since my last post was about closing a chapter and about a tale I was so anxious to never happen, this post will be about one I never got to write, and I am glad that I did not! When I started my blog, I was confused. I had no idea where it would end,Continue reading “Stubborn tale”
Dystopia ride!
„Why did you do this, sweetie?“, asks the woman with the colorful painted face, as her eyes are already losing focus again. We were driving through the golden evening sun, and the other passengers were observing us skeptically.The woman who had started talking to me was maybe 40 years old, and her face was paintedContinue reading “Dystopia ride!”
In the name of my witch
The second morning in a row that I ordered coffee in Layla‘s name. Check! The weather couldn‘t decide between sunshine and a blizzard and I had once again not slept nearly enough, and I was wondering if my black dress with all its ruffles and mash was actually fitting to teach the little children waitingContinue reading “In the name of my witch”
Tale about desperate words
In that moment which I am now writing about, the world had been leaking, wounded and sour, and my witch had been fallen down on her knees, and had been pleading once more with the one who owned her witching heart. And of the many words that could have left her lips in that moment,Continue reading “Tale about desperate words”
Through Dystopia’s eyes
She was fragile in those hands of his, scarred by a scattered world.She was aching when touched by skin that was used to find wounds bleeding to death.She was crippled in those eyes, used to storms and thunder with seeds drowning.But sometimes, when she was smiling, her eyes were round, so unexpected round and sparkling.DidContinue reading “Through Dystopia’s eyes”
About my bathroom floor
When laying on my bathroom floor, I have to pull my legs up to my stomach to fit into the small space under the sink.The first time I ever did this was when a bottle of wine had not been able to calm down my thoughts and I wanted to tear myself apart. My witchContinue reading “About my bathroom floor”
A witching melody
The voice of a witch was believed to set the world on fire.The melody escaping those lips was feared to be the final melody, the very last frequency the universe would vibrate on, before eventually falling apart.Were witching melodies so awful? A sound to tear a wound into this world?„Maybe, they were so wonderful thatContinue reading “A witching melody”
How a spell is born
Sometimes a world is beginning.Sometimes only within thoughts, built of images a soul is vibrating on.Images, melodies, and scents and tastes which made a soul sing and felt as if they were meant to sustain the night and still be there tomorrow. Then, there are also moments in which a whole world is falling apart.AContinue reading “How a spell is born”
About feeling too much
„This heart is beating too fast“, a cold voice states, and I would be laughing had I not been out of breath already. Life gets difficult when you are feeling too much. Or, more than the average person in that exact moment. Many terms we use to describe each other consist of a number beingContinue reading “About feeling too much”
About feeling this body
Summer nights have always made me sad.They always make me wonder about what has come to an end already and what may come next.The long and blue evenings, sometimes with a touch of red, always make me want to run right into it, and listen to music while having the taste of wine on myContinue reading “About feeling this body”
He taught her darkness
If I leave my witch with her demon alone for a while, the world will be in for a tale. At some point, she will give into him, because that is the point of witching, right?„Why is everyone dying?“, she is whispering, looking at the holes I had left in my photo album to sendContinue reading “He taught her darkness”
Feel me as a witch
Sometimes, I close my eyes to see my witch. I see a lonely and troubled Lady alone in the kitchen of a house that had not always been this empty.I see her hair, which is curlier and more red than mine. I see her pacing up and down, while casting views out of the window.Continue reading “Feel me as a witch”
The historical horror of living a life
A while ago, someone tried to convince me that it is okay for old people to die and those words were supposed to take away my sadness. I think that life is cruel and this is unfair. Blood is unfair.Blood running through this veins and transporting oxygen to this brain, only to one day stopContinue reading “The historical horror of living a life”
Do you know I’m in love with you already?
My thoughts always return to the moment when you entered my life.Actually, you have been in my life before, but before that moment which I remember, you were just someone.I am reliving the moment that you stopped being just someone and became more to me.I have to think of those months when the weather isContinue reading “Do you know I’m in love with you already?”
Tale about a witching hope
These are my thoughts on waiting for things to get better and for people to return.I think that having this hope is worth it all and allows for every possible emotion to take over and keep it up.It is very fragile, and always connected to fearing an outcome too painful to truly be imagined. MyContinue reading “Tale about a witching hope”
Tale from another world
Tonight, my witch and I would like to tell a tale that could once have taken place in this world, but certainly could not anymore. It is full of choices to make, of coffee places late at night, and people to meet. It all started with nights that a young woman spent with books aloneContinue reading “Tale from another world”
There is something inside that will not die
The unexpected sunshine made snow a little bit more unlikely and I just hated my kitchen table more than ever before. I drank some tea, continued typing messages into a chat window that were supposed to seem friendly and personal while also something like professional, but only came off as really bad jokes. „4 months“,Continue reading “There is something inside that will not die”
The days my witch had lived for
„Those were the days“, my witch said, standing by the window and watching the first snow painting itself into the early sunset.„When we were woken up by the sunrise, always next to each other. When all we had to worry about was making love before his strange visitors would arrive.“ Layla smiled, and the wayContinue reading “The days my witch had lived for”
Witches set everything on fire
„Being happy, really passionate even, without setting everything on fire – that would be great!“, I say to my witch as we cook a vanilla flavored dessert at midnight. My witch giggled. „You can‘t have everything.“And she eyed me skeptically, as I poured the powder into the milk.I was in a good mood. So goodContinue reading “Witches set everything on fire”
Mistress witch writes 