Witch’s Wicked Words

You will never learn how to draw. Some memories echo through your head. For me it’s that simple sentence. On the surface, it was fine, and is fine, for me not to learn how to draw, because it was never my dream. But it wounded me nonetheless. A teacher who was supposed to help me…

The loud, carefree sounds of children playing outside fill the streets and alleys. They run, stomp their feet, and release their pent-up tiredness from months of studying into the earth. Chasing a ball, singing, and laughing without restraint, they bring life to the neighborhood. Life, in its purest and most joyous form, embraces everyone and…

I can see it, clear as day, as if I’m looking in a mirror. Years from now, when I’m old and gray, I’ll be sitting on a bench on the porch of my tiny home far, far away from the hubbub of city life. Somewhere no one can find me. A porch facing the mountains,…

Author’s Note: If you’ve read this before today, September 30th, 2024, you know the story could use a bit of fine-tuning. I’m always revisiting my work, tweaking things to make it better. Here’s another attempt at polishing something I love and enjoyed writing. ~ * ~ * ~ “This better be good,” I thought as…