„When there was a thunder storm?“I asked when my witch was happy when I thought that I could never be happy again.„When my violet clouds were cooked“, she giggles over my shoulder. This was one of the most difficult questions for me. What would happiness look like in a time so far away? Could IContinue reading “When the witch giggles …”
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Spreading witchcraft
Witches spread, and not just their legs. Is there a house in a sudden chosen by death?The reason might not hide within, but three doors ahead.Is there a body falling apart?The reason might be the other one that waved at them a few days ago. Every smile, every song, and every breath can bring decayContinue reading “Spreading witchcraft”
Against all odds!
„Life is always against all odds. At least a little bit.“My witch sits on my windows sill and giggles. These truly were some witching words.„How can it be only a little bit against all odds?“, I ask her and realize that the cookies in her hands were stolen from the cauldron in which I hideContinue reading “Against all odds!”
The tragedies we love …
Rushing through the pages, my witch is drowned in the blue hour of the sunset.„I don‘t want to be a tragedy!“, she demands, her voice shaking in an intensity that cuts through my chest. When we become stories,we become symbols.What kind of story,do you want to tell?„I don‘t want to be a tragedy!“But my heartContinue reading “The tragedies we love …”
The fluffiest trap of witching
Everybody knows that in Dystopia there is not much trust left in the world, but only witches know just how little it actually is.In a world in which years go by without summer to come, where bodies fail and transform in ways the mind can‘t grasp, there is one thing witches have left to surpriseContinue reading “The fluffiest trap of witching”
Tale about a girlhood lost
The witch was wrapped in skin that never grewbut was stretchedwas stretched too farwas stretched too earlywas stretched into a shapeit was not yet to know. The witch felt lost within that skinThat was empty at the edgesand did not fitbut swallowed herand she wonderedif she‘d ever fit the space within. The witch saw thatContinue reading “Tale about a girlhood lost”
Witching review! – “The Asylum for wayward Victorian girls” by Emilie Autumn
The novel I am going to introduce to you now is the reason I started this blog. It also is the reason I began writing the witching novel at all, and found a voice to not just write, but live and speak in. It showed me how to make a story out of something youContinue reading “Witching review! – “The Asylum for wayward Victorian girls” by Emilie Autumn”
When witches sing
Branches and leaves tangled up in messy hair, blood leaks from tiny wounds here and there. A soakinh wet dress, of course, and a smile on those lips as if kissed just now.That is how my witch just came home, ready to sing. „You feel so far away today.Your path leads north,but mine does not.IContinue reading “When witches sing”
Daddy’s tale
„What if Daddy disapproves?“, a witch once giggled into a bottle of wine that had no bottom. „Oh, I think he does!“ What kind of Daddy is she talking about? The one that put her in this world, or rather the one that made this world exist at all?Definitely not the one petting her headContinue reading “Daddy’s tale”
My haunted historical fiction place
This post is an invitation to come with me to a special place. I have a place that makes me want to tell my stories. This place feels like witches are hiding between the trees, and alchemists are challenging the world behind those glowing windows in the far. It feels haunted, fallen out of time,Continue reading “My haunted historical fiction place”
Words at the horizon
„It‘s just me and the horizon again.Whenever I have those words for you, I bring them here.I bring them out on an open field, and leave them with the horizon,hoping for them to reach you.And together we waitFor a shooting star,A rainbow,A thunder storm. All of these words that are yours,All of these words thatContinue reading “Words at the horizon”
Busy witching dreams! An update
For this year, I have some writing goals! Usually, when I have been unusually quiet on my blog, I was busy with non-writing related things that had eaten up all my energy, and although in the past few weeks that had also been true, there is better reason for my quietness this time. I haveContinue reading “Busy witching dreams! An update”
Finding a spark in a story – Writing goals
Lately, I have been thinking about what it is that makes me come back to a story! I have been wondering about this one quality that makes me either read a novel twice, or at least makes me not want to put it down at all. Have you read some novels twice? I most certainlyContinue reading “Finding a spark in a story – Writing goals”
How to get through the night
„I have missed this“, my witch sighs obscenely into the lime-raspberry-cheesecake we put into the fridge at 3 AM.It won‘t be ready before 6.So why sleep at all? Why sleep at all?It‘s just another night.Another night to get through.Another night to make it through.Through hours lost in the dark.Through hours unseen,to have a bit ofContinue reading “How to get through the night”
A defining moment
It has been more than a week since my last poem. At least that one had been one that mattered. It had been about something I had to remember for the past days to keep going, about a trap in my head. I have often thought these days that I may have found and recognizedContinue reading “A defining moment”
Where dreams die
“Did I kill them?”, I ask my witch. There are things buried insidethat drowned withinas a silent scream in the chestsuffocating in the back of the headThese things that are buried somewhere withinThese things that diedand left 1000 scarsare dreams. Dreams die inside. They hide in the deepwhere melodies endwhere there is no laughterand lightContinue reading “Where dreams die”
A writing sense of nostalgia
I have always had a thing for biographies. I loved exploring where someone came from, in which steps their life had happened, and what traces that had left behind.When I was about ten years old, I read the biographies of Mozart, Avril Lavigne, and Hölderlin, since those were the most important people for me toContinue reading “A writing sense of nostalgia”
March Melancholia
„The sunset is pink again“, I tell my witch and she giggles out into the night.„Is that you‘re reason to cry?“, she asks. I have always enjoyed it when the sunset is taking longer, painting more colours at the horizon at the end of the day. The promising of warmer, better days.The memory of lifeContinue reading “March Melancholia”
Tale about a pretty dress
Tonight‘s tale starts with a dress.This dress was worn by a witch with shoulders usually to strong for any fabric to support them and with more of those breasts than any version of a woman had ever asked for. These shapes had torn open stitches much too often, but this dress finally fit.Finally there wereContinue reading “Tale about a pretty dress”
Stories to remember
I want to tell stories that live on. I‘m not talking about writing bestsellers and being famous, but about contributing something meaningful on some level to our shared cultural memory. At least a little bit. When my grandfather, who also was my last grandparent, died very recently, we went through his things and also foundContinue reading “Stories to remember”
Of cigarettes and wine
Roses and raindropsVanilla and deathwhere have you beenwhen our world was upset? I have been waitinghere all alongin fearof the sun again to appear. Vanilla and Deathcigarettes and winewithout younothing was ever fine. We are so fragilewe need a pathto catch our stepssooner than death. Cigarettes and wineI confused sugar and saltAll I needed washearingContinue reading “Of cigarettes and wine”
Tale from beneath skin
When being looked upon with eyes so sad, a witch once giggled: „Wanna peel off my skin to check what‘s beneath?“ To see what she might hide inside?Does her blood run in purple,instead of red?Do her bones look justlike everybody else‘s? „How can pretty eyes be so sad?“, the witch wonders as they pierce ontoContinue reading “Tale from beneath skin”
Reality challenged thoughts of a witch
Maybe I am only slowly understanding my connection to reality. Maybe I need to take half a step out of my skin to have the right perspective to tell stories, or maybe the „Barbie“ – movie almost made me change the names of my online accounts – this is a thing I am still thinkingContinue reading “Reality challenged thoughts of a witch”
A dark Mr. Right for my witch – Witching novel update!
A witch would probably be best suited for spending most of her time alone in her house in the forest, but that is not the kind of fate I imagine for my witch. It‘s not the kind of story I want to tell. Just as, having her die in the first attempts of the worldContinue reading “A dark Mr. Right for my witch – Witching novel update!”
Adventure dream thoughts!
Can you think of a scenery that immediately lures your mind away into adventures? An image that reminds you of heroes and monsters and of overcoming the borders of this world? A view that escaped one of the fairytale collections in your bookshelf, or fits into the favourite book of your childhood?For me, this haveContinue reading “Adventure dream thoughts!”
Tale of leftover chocolate at the end of the world
„What is it even worth?“, the witch repeats my question late at night and knows to giggle into the candle light, as she just escaped one of the pretty portraits on the wall.The softest fabrics keeping her in shape.But what is it worth?To breathe into a chest bound so tight?What is it worth?To be inContinue reading “Tale of leftover chocolate at the end of the world”
Tale of hearts and needles
Tonight‘s tale is about a precious thing.Precious enough to have the witch, the quiet girl, the weird one gather all her courage and say:„We were too good for this world!“Too good to exist within it?Where to find the path to walk, the place to rest?Where, if together you are nothing but the dream of howContinue reading “Tale of hearts and needles”
Recognizing Dystopia
Maybe it is a flickering at the horizon, or the lack of colours in the world. It can be a drumming in the distance making your cup of coffee spill over the edge. Either way, it does not seem easy to miss once Dystopia opens its eyes and sheds its light onto your world.„And yetContinue reading “Recognizing Dystopia”
How demons own you!
When was the last time that you have felt as if there was something in your back? You that is not a witch or a wizard, but simply a person – did the feeling not ever pass? Not even when you were pressed onto a wall, with no space in your back? And still, itContinue reading “How demons own you!”
Tale about the girl in the sugar house
What is the fate of the girl living alone in a house in the forest? Tainted in Vanilla, covered in sugar and made from delicious dreams, this is an image just as legendary as the girl inside being finally caught on fire.But what else does the world hold for her?A world that has gone dark,Continue reading “Tale about the girl in the sugar house”
Mistress witch writes 