Not all witches are ugly. That may sound like an odd thing to say, but it carries a certain truth. When we were young, it was easy to tell the good from bad. Villains were easy to spot. Witches were ugly, robbers wore a mask and monsters looked like monsters. Con men would invariably sport a long thin moustache, constantly sharpening the tips between finger and thumb. The people we could trust were just as easy to find. P...
Lily couldn't remember a time when she felt so bored. She made her way into the kitchen to get something for breakfast, trying to figure out how she was going to pass the time when her Father spoke up. "Lil. We need groceries and some other supplies. Go and pick some up." He handed her a wad of money. She blinked at it in surprise. "No problem. I'll need the keys too." "You can walk." She blinked owlishly at him. "Dad, th...
"So let me get this straight. " Chole said looking over the forged documents. One had been recently printed in London, and looked new, but Cytheria had gone back two centuries to London to have it forged with the Royal Society's official script. The other was much older or looked much older. She had it written in the 10th Century. It was basically an additional letter to be added to something called the " Loachim Chronicl...
Evil is as evil does Wicked witches speak in tongues Spewing forth their bilious spells Creating their special hells You may think these crones exist Just inside the tales of Grimm Sadly, though, that's not the case A Witch will often hide her face The ugly hag is in the heart While casting out her nasty charms The clue is not a pointed hat Or warty chin Or midnight cat Since where they are you might not see A...
Amanda the green witch very gently squeezed Yew berry to bewitch vile mortals who deserved to die by drinking brown- black seeds venting her wrath into the vat, her gown splashed by the boiling broth. Death Cap, Panther Cap a Pinch of, Fly Agaric Destroying Angel a Swirling deadly magic Peering through her window. Alfred whispered lets drag Her out, and get her crow And we will burn the hag Amanda stirred in some black ni...
A group of twelve strangers, RAP, RAP at the door, disturbs my comfortable snooze on the floor. My mistress sweeps through dragging her gown, a tall pointed hat fits tight on her crown. With a rattle of broomsticks the cackling coven, place a large cauldron on top of the oven. As I peek with one eye, a three legged toad, was placed in the microwave, and made to explode. A tail of a dog and the ears of a bat, were put in t...
