Every new day is a blank slate. Write something new.
Endings are necessary for growth
Amidst a riotous cacophony of emotions, of distress and tentativeness, I reach deep into my soul to find the strength to end yet another chapter in my book of life, and prepare to embark on a new journey. It is truly hard, upending oneself from years of comfortable repose, ease and a false sense of security.
Water, fog and blood, let's be wicked.
This is the story of three witches, plus one aloof, rather eccentric other witch. We have definitely evolved from riding brooms. Now we ride the wind, zipping in and out, between space and time, controlling our lives however we please.
My ghost sister gets to have fun
Dorothea smiled wickedly. She lifted her elegant hands, joined them together at her breast, manicured ghostly fingertips lightly touching, and slowly, chest heaving in anticipated joy, she gently moved her joined fingers back and forth, caressing them in sheer delight. Her appetite and lust for mayhem and it's subsequent dark pleasure, had been whetted.
Parrots, pirates and poachers
In every pirate's story, there is always one of us perched on those rascal's shoulders. We looked so happy. Maybe some of us were, but the majority of us were either stolen or forced to be out on the open sea where there was nowhere else to be than on a pirate ship in the middle of some ocean somewhere.
She waits for me beneath the lake, my twin
Every night at midnight she calls for me. I awake in a cold sweat, and I hear her calling and beckoning me to the waters. Dorothea. My twin. How evil was she?. I will try to explain and ask you to form your own opinion on the matter.