The perfect year for witching

„I used to have those yellow lights in my windows, too“, I say to my witch as we take a walk late at night and find our haunted houses on the way decorated with beautiful Christmas lights. „But of course I hate these things from now on.“„Sure.“ I had to admit that this December nightContinue reading “The perfect year for witching”

How witches dream

The glitter from the last lonely wine night two days ago still visible, but the mass of pizzas I had ordered in thought of company finally eaten, I said to my witch: „Layla, give me a dream that can break this world.“ After all, that was what witches had burned for. Actually, to accuse aContinue reading “How witches dream”

Dystopia in December

Earlier this year, I had wondered what it must have been like to live in one of those places where the first wave of the pandemic hit really hard. Although even then it had not been that far away, at least not personally, I had thought that it might be different to have this disasterContinue reading “Dystopia in December”

Caught in candy

„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”

Why I summoned my witch

„Every family has an odd one“, my witch said as I posed in front of the mirror while wearing my new mask that matched the brand new underwear that I had bought. „My hair had always been the brightest and the curliest.“ In our very first wine nights, we had already discussed where Layla hadContinue reading “Why I summoned my witch”

Thoughts on writing historical fiction

Why are there even people still alive in this world? No, that is not my only thought on writing historical fiction, but it were thoughts like that which in the end led to starting this project. For a very long time, I had mostly been interested in writing science fiction. I dreamed of mega citiesContinue reading “Thoughts on writing historical fiction”

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”

Tale of the witching transformation

Do witches really bend the borders of the world?Trick the being of this universe?Change its essence and its colors? Can witches even threaten the world?Alter all its structure into one that does notendure our existence anymore? No, they don‘t.And yes, they do. Witchesclose their eyes and allow their thoughts to travel far.Through time and everythingContinue reading “Tale of the witching transformation”