Some things I can only ever tell my witch. Such things as whispering „I should buy that red velvet dress, because my boss was such a bitch again“, when it‘s 4 in the morning and the after midnight pizza had already emptied by bank account. It‘s a great relief to have a witch by yourContinue reading “Tales to tell my witch (because Daddy was mean).”
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About all the wrong moments in time
The moment when something is wrong likes to arrive with a drumming. A deep and sudden drumming that can be felt deep in the stomach … Or even only there? I have been close to writing the first moment in the life of my witch when something was seriously wrong, but something kept me fromContinue reading “About all the wrong moments in time”
Nostalgic tale
I fall in loveWith momentsAnd if theyScatterI will collectTheir shardsand let thementerdeep intomy skinto feeland tasteand bethis momentone more time. “Most of these recipes are just nostalgia dressed in blood”, I say while reading one of my witch’s old books in my garden scented candle light, and Layla giggles into her bottle of wine. “Isn’tContinue reading “Nostalgic tale”
Tale about kisses and tears
„The horror of having a body is that of hoping for it to last long enough to fulfill the dream within the head“, I tell my witch over our midnight tea. Let us cook the blood out of these sheetsand season itwith kisses and with tears.In a world made of last timeslet us ask forjustContinue reading “Tale about kisses and tears”
History disrupted (and a pretty street lamp)
I didn‘t take this photo just because the street lamp looked pretty, but seriously – it does! And I was surprised to find it there where I had found it, and here we have a realization which made me quite spontaneously question my view on history in general (including an unscheduled lecture for the friendContinue reading “History disrupted (and a pretty street lamp)”
About those very historical feelings
When I first had the idea to write historical fiction, I felt almost blind.It was like disoriented trembling into a new kind of world. I could not feel myself into it.How were common life events perceived by someone living in the 14th century?What did the death of someone mean in a world so much moreContinue reading “About those very historical feelings”
Finding the right spell
What I miss most about my old life are the little rituals I had.I know that my second life as a witch the pandemic brought upon me appears to have a lot of those. Witches have their potions, right? You can just knock on their door with the most secret and desperate desires of yourContinue reading “Finding the right spell”
Overly dramatic december post!
„I only have one regret“, I tell my unicorn at 4 Am while talking two times as fast and three times as high as usual. „I never had cotton candy hair!“ And we both keep on needle felting our pastel colored hearts to give away for another sad Christmas. „A youth in the 2010s withoutContinue reading “Overly dramatic december post!”
Closer to the past
When there is no future to be seen anymore, let‘s drown in pretty castles, and oh! – Those dresses! Before I started this blog, I was mostly writing science fiction. I never shared any of it anywhere. In my head, I was building worlds with cities made of towers in the clouds under a violetContinue reading “Closer to the past”
Don’t mind me talking to those who left
Where are you and why aren‘t you him? I know it‘s unfair of meto come you with such a broken heartbut I never asked you to fix itjust to hold itfor a second. Where are you right now?I want to go thereto put my thoughts somewherethey do not fit hereever. Where are you and whyContinue reading “Don’t mind me talking to those who left”
One night to have it all
This one is about a night that almost felt normal. Normal enough to feel dizzy and tell my witch that I just sang in front of people.„I sang“, I am repeating myself, while it is freezing outside and I forgot my coat somewhere but couldn‘t care less. „I sang in front of people, just asContinue reading “One night to have it all”
Dystopia blossoming – impressions from the witching garden
My thoughts today are in my witching garden. I don‘t even have a garden, but for some time within the past lockdowns I have helped a friend with his while hiding away in there from everything going on around me, and since my sweat pants radius has grown with each of these times for aContinue reading “Dystopia blossoming – impressions from the witching garden”
Tale about being seen
If you cannot see hersee her as the one you seeksee her as the one she isthen burn herplease burn with herbecause she cannot drown againshe cannot drown alone.You never really saw hersaw her as how soft she wassaw her fragile in those hands of yoursso burn herplease burn with herbecause she cannot drown againsheContinue reading “Tale about being seen”
Thoughts on 18 months of witching blogging!
Witching thoughts do look just like the photo I chose for this blog post. They are chaotic, blur out easily and are in general not made to exist in this world. Good luck catching them! It can be exhausting, I know what I‘m talking about … Still, I have been thinking for a while nowContinue reading “Thoughts on 18 months of witching blogging!”
At least we burned
„You do have an issue with people leaving“, my witch giggles into our hot chocolate as we watch the first snow cover the fields once more. Is this really all there isat the endof the lightat least we burnedat least this once? And if this is really allwhere does painand where thosetears come fromthat shadowContinue reading “At least we burned”
Reality in Dystopia!
If you‘re rushing fast enough, you will stop to see colors, or to distinguish noises. Everything becomes a blur with no real shapes in it.No real moments, no real experiences, and no real feelings.That sounds quite, convenient, right? To just never engage in anything long enough for it to really leave an impression, a traceContinue reading “Reality in Dystopia!”
The homelessness of witching
„Imagine if these walls could talk“, my mother once said to me on a day in summer, while we were sitting in front of our former home with all our things packed in boxes, and I had wondered what she had wanted to imply.Was the story that had been leading up to us sitting hereContinue reading “The homelessness of witching”
How to kill a witch
A witch is not easy to get rid of.They cling to life with the persistence of all the joy their demonic lover ever offered them.There are gruesome tales about people only hanging their witches, and burrying them outside their city walls, only to find them roaming the forest at night. A poor soul had toContinue reading “How to kill a witch”
Visiting a witching place! The “Hexenstein” in Gerresheim
Finding history in places often feels like a reminder of darkness. At times, even walking past old buildings could have me shiver with the horror of existence, but that is a whole other issue, and as you by now may know: Witches have enough of those to offer.Very close to where I live, I foundContinue reading “Visiting a witching place! The “Hexenstein” in Gerresheim”
Pandemic thoughts
Finally, I figured out the accident the pandemic is regularly causing within my head. This does not make it any better, but since I don‘t know what else to do with it, I thought I‘d share it! Whenever I read news concerning it, I feel like losing my mind. I run crazy, I climb highwayContinue reading “Pandemic thoughts”
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”
The history of a witching belief!
Witches are connected to Dystopia.As soon as disaster starts, they show up and take over the horizon over the hilltops … Or, at least in our heads.The myth around witchcraft as it developed in Europe in late medieval and early modern times was a reaction to historic events which made life appear fragile. I amContinue reading “The history of a witching belief!”
Witching wisdom #1
To be corrupted, you have to have a soul at all.To be transformed, your body has to have a shape at all.To have a nightmare, you have to be able to dream at all. To be deceived by all those fantasies your demon may paint in front of you, you have to have had theirContinue reading “Witching wisdom #1”
Witching houses – a photo-thread!
Some say, witching houses are what you will find, if you get lost in the forest.Some say, they taste delicious, but that their taste comes with a price. For me, witching houses are a place to throw your heart at, once it does not fit anywhere else in this world anymore. They shine lights atContinue reading “Witching houses – a photo-thread!”
Tale about demons
Witches need their demons. Or, as my witch would say: „Everyone needs a best friend, you know?“ And I know that she thinks of this kind of friendship that lets people finish each others sentences and pass each other by at certain places without having agreed so, because they know each other so well, andContinue reading “Tale about demons”
A moment for demons!
In every witching life, there will be a moment to kick you over the edge and make you look for your demon.Maybe, you ran into a glass door, or let fall a box that had made to several people safely before it reached you – in this moment, when any measures of safety click offContinue reading “A moment for demons!”
Will you take over my horizon?
When you leftso did coffee and jazz musicgood books and artoil paintings and wine. The world was drowningin blue and in silenceinstead of orange and witand rose and a smile. But time has passedand I have found coffeeand music and wineand paintings in raindrops. Maybe, you will take over my horizon one day. „I loveContinue reading “Will you take over my horizon?”
The upbringing of a witch
„What does being an adult even mean?“, I ask my witch at midnight with a huge cupcake and unopened letters in my hands. Since I grew up in a family that would not let you count as an adult without being married, an own house and a baby at least on the way, I amContinue reading “The upbringing of a witch”
Tale about the stars
The fascination for the sky seems to be as old as human life itself.It is truly wonderful to watch the colors of a sunrise, or to step out of the city lights to observe the twinkling and sparkling unthinkable depth surrounding us. And of course, knowledge of these things can be vital to survive. ThisContinue reading “Tale about the stars”
A witching promise
I’ll come back. I’ll be back. I’ll come back to haunt you. “I’ll come back to haunt you, once I’ve drowned”, my witch sighed deep into our bottle of wine. We have not done this in months. I got busy with things which I had assumed would be easier but turned out to be aContinue reading “A witching promise”
Mistress witch writes 