Jessica Burby
Bio
Poetry is my passion.
Stories (21/0)
Midnight Witch
Every night, at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. As did I. I know by midnight, most, think its pitch black, dark outside. With no light, but the moons light. But, when you're a witch, you can see things others can't. Especially concerning the skies. We will see omens, good or bad, and as always the sky lights up for me every night at midnight, with amazing purple hues. This is unique to me and a few others, i have only heard of, but never met. We are called "Midnight Witches". This pivotol point in my day is when my connection to the goddesses are strongest. This means, it's when I get my best work done.
By Jessica Burbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Harmony
Not one is following Singing it's own harmony All is in balance.
By Jessica Burbyabout a year ago in Poets
Second Chance
It was a rainy, late October night. The complete dead of night. About 3 am. I was worlds away from home. Not only in imagination, but quite literally, I was no longer living on earth. Or in earth. I am not sure how to think of it other than I am in another dimension. This world is a world of possibilities, with creatures, humans only imagine. It has Dragons and faeries, with warlocks, and witches. Pretty much any creature we have thought of in our imaginations on earth exist here, and then some.
By Jessica Burbyabout a year ago in Fiction