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…

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…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 7

The grey block of apartments where Emily lived with her mother was gloomy in the winter rain. Water dripped down the stair well and pooled around the rubbish bins clustered in the alley at the back of the building. An old car body was covered in graffiti and rust and half blocked the entrance to…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 6

The hand-drawn map of the Southern Isle was old and faded. Even though the drawing had grown faint, Princess Alyce could still see the main features of the Isle clearly marked. There were five principal castles that were the source of the Royal family’s power. To the untrained eye they would seemingly be scattered at…

Thursday fragments 11

Extract from Molly’s Dreams, available from Amazon As the school year progressed I began to learn how to write. With my little fingers clutched around a wooden pencil, I had to take down the words Mrs Mills had written on the board and put them in my exercise book. By the end of the day my fingers were…

By Light of the Third Moon – Part 3

‘Beatrice, it’s morning, lovey―time to get ready for school.’ Gwen’s voice penetrated the fog of Bea’s sleep. She put her head under the pillow and tried to ignore her grandmother. She had almost fallen back to sleep when she felt her grandmother’s hand on her shoulder. ‘Come on, sleepy head. You can’t spend all day…

By Light of the Third Moon – Part 2

Bea sat and 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. Bea couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here but she knew she…