The Witch in the Mirror – Part 5

Spiritual force Power – magic – destiny Old ways and new Connect with nature Because She is us   Emily ran her hand over the dusky green cover. It made her fingers tingle again. Intrigued, she opened the cover and found what should have been the title page was blank. Very faintly in the corner…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 4

The cottage was dark as Emily walked softly down the stairs. Her hand covered the light of the torch so she could just make out the railing in the gloom. She had found the torch on a shelf in the laundry and hid it in her pocket earlier in the day. That night she had…

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 2

Potions to protect future dreams from the cold and dark before they are broken forever By mid-morning Emily was bored. Endlessly wandering through antique shops wasn’t her idea of fun. How many more antique shops can there be? ‘Ooh, there’s another one down this lane.’ Mrs Wells was studying the tourist map. ‘Just one more,…

The Witch in the Mirror – part 1

Time becomes the hour Of magic and power To heal or harm Flesh and blood With dark whispers Within the circle For now is the time To awaken Four years ago Emily sat on a chair at the kitchen table munching on a slice of raisin toast and swinging her legs in the air. ‘Can…

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…