The Witch in the Mirror – Part 10

Emily looked up at the stars. Their twinkling brightness in the autumn sky was comfortingly familiar. At least one thing wasn’t all screwed up. The moon was large on the horizon. Mist drifted slowly over the precipice, shrouding the valley far below. Emily couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here but she knew she was being…

We had all kinds of things

We had all kinds of things But the narrative didn’t go that way It was meant to It was meant to be full Of dances of colour Of midnight strolls Of smiles and sighs And dresses hiked to our waists For love is precious But the apple still tasted bitter, The thorns were still sharp…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 9

Princess Alyce knelt on the floor in front of her trunk. The lid was open and she gently placed a gown inside. She sat back and looked around the room. What else do I need to pack? She pushed her long black hair behind her ears. She was already wearing her travelling dress and the…

Searching for a female revolution

Tomorrow I am setting out on the fairytale freeway in relentless search for lost paradise, just woman, the road and nature; escaping the angel in the house, swept by excitement – revolutionary words, that rage with hunger in the gathering storm

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 8

Half an hour later Emily was on her bed, lying on her stomach. The green book—journal, whatever it was—was open and propped up against a pillow. Emily’s lips moved as she read. The clock in the kitchen ticked loudly as she kept reading until late into the night. Her eyes began to get tired and…