„Something has been lost“, I say to my witch. „Something that has been just as essential as food and rest, and I‘m still expected to function.„Just stop functioning“, Layla says and eats her violet cloud. I am certain that I already have. I have been through months of screaming at night on a field, andContinue reading “Caught in candy”
Category Archives: Short stories
Hope is furious
„It‘s time to wear black and be sad.“My witch and I perfectly agreed with 13 year old me. Being 25 years old in 2020 felt surprisingly similar. Whatever would make me happy, or a little lesser sad, was not available anymore. „It‘s constant darkness, and I‘m still running around looking for a light that isContinue reading “Hope is furious”
Cinnamon and memories at night
„That was sweet“, my witch said as we were looking at old photographs of me having curly hair and being in love with Mr. Rainbow, „But seriously, it had to go wrong.“Old! I did not want them to be old! I had wanted to look like Tori Amos in 1996 and therefor had slept withContinue reading “Cinnamon and memories at night”
An attempt to postpone starvation
I summoned my witch with wine and chocolate, but when I was roaming the store once more, I found a green sparkling wine that looked really interesting. I also bought frozen strawberries, because they were part of my favorite cupcake recipe. For that recipe, I did need other things, too, and so I bought eggs,Continue reading “An attempt to postpone starvation”
A lucky knot in this weird universe
I am going to collect everything that is not broken yet, and put all the lucky knots of this weird universe in one place, for once. „Are you already done with everything that‘s broken?“, Layla is mocking me. No, I am not. How could I. Things that break lay scattered into thousands of shards andContinue reading “A lucky knot in this weird universe”
Tale about ice cream and wine
There is a path that I need to take, from time to time.Maybe, because once I have been walking on it through the most passionate rain in early spring.Or maybe, because I needed to walk down that particular path to buy ice cream and wine for one of the best nights of my life.Or, becauseContinue reading “Tale about ice cream and wine”
Being alive is a horror, sometimes.
A hot chocolate for me.Tea for my witch.„Being alive is a really bad idea.“ We are sitting on cushions between boxes and furniture to be put into place, while only the bright light on the ceiling is available.„But people keep doing so“, my witch answers.„Because sometimes it feels really good.“I don‘t have to mention thatContinue reading “Being alive is a horror, sometimes.”
“At least let me be dead inside.”
„I don‘t care. I‘m dead inside, remember?“ A decision had been made. The leaves were orange and red as they flew by my window, while raindrops painted into the view. Before me on the table lay two wooden needles and wool in shades of copper. For the perfect autumn feeling, I would need a hotContinue reading ““At least let me be dead inside.””
“If I let you hurt me, I’ll be one of your pretty girls.”
Today, I‘m going to be brave. Just as brave as my witch. I have found my nice man with a needle, and I will be strong.„If I let you hurt me, I‘ll be one of your pretty girls,, right?“, I sing to myself, while taking off the black dress with the purple ribbons. Way tooContinue reading ““If I let you hurt me, I’ll be one of your pretty girls.””
Life is unfair. Death even more.
Layla wanted chocolate.After having her around for months, this did not really surprise me, anymore.But this one night, she did not only want chocolate, and also not only wine. She was reaching for the marshmallows and put one on a pencil to melt it over a vanilla scented candle when she asked. „Can I borrowContinue reading “Life is unfair. Death even more.”
What makes a witch, Layla?
Darkness at 4 AM in late September. I was laying still and trying to sleep, while my witch was still awake, listening to the screaming of the storm outside our window. „Layla?“, I asked. „What makes a witch?“She did not answer, but I knew that she had heard me.„I mean“, I tried to explain myself,Continue reading “What makes a witch, Layla?”
For life to come back someday
She loved this city for several reasons. Not for it‘s beauty. Old buildings. Modern skyline. It had nothing like that to offer. The first time that she had been there, it had left no impression at all. It was just one of those cities that were not too small and also not big enough toContinue reading “For life to come back someday”
Blue past
Their story had continued.There was a next chapter. A chapter that had not been very likely to ever happen. A chapter that may already be closed, because things happen and at a certain point are over.But are they, really?She is not so sure anymore.She still hears his voice. Something deep inside still swings, it vibratesContinue reading “Blue past”
Why not, universe?
Why not? Why did this never happen?How can something that never happened be so present? In thoughts, in dreams. It never happened. Yet, it is everywhere.Because, of course, it did happen. Many times. So many times. Just within those thoughts, those dreams. And how real things feel, with the right reactions taking over the body.Continue reading “Why not, universe?”
Mistress witch writes 