I decided to make the switch When told I could change with a twitch. I really didn’t know which was which That would change me to a witch.

Was the nose the thing to twitch Or would that create a glitch And turn me into a bitch Instead of the desired witch?

In the end it went without a glitch Like throwing a perfect pitch. And here I am…a witch! It was the nose one has to twitch.

I’m watching cool people on Twitch Playing a game which may have a witch Too hot today, the weather needs to switch

I can’t believe I trusted Alice of all people with my love life. But looks like I have to, seeing as the result of that Decision has lead me to a date with a witch at Chili’s.

Why did I do this? I know Alex plays switch and tease with other peoples lives, why did I think I would be any different? I don’t know, just thought she took my obvious flinches and twitches at the mere mention of

monsters seriously?

God, she’s reaching into her purse with a mischievous smile, what does she have planned? She’s already unleashed that glorified kindling pile (I think she calls it Joan) on the kitchen. You know what? I don’t wanna know. I excuse myself to the bathroom, and go to the cbs across the block. Hopefully they have some salt.

You might call me witch, But your words won’t make me twitch, Causing you to switch.

I wish we could have switched Palsy fingers on me The witch no one liked Soured on drink and limes All anyone could see was a twitch And yet he wouldn’t stop Traded around for the life of the party No one cared for the witch Or the twitch I just wanted to switch I still feel the twitch If i think too hard Ill always be that witch Passed around People see the twitch No one cares for a witch

After hard day of casting spells, being a bad-ass Witch I headed to Gamestop, to buy myself a Nintendo Switch Now I shall enchant all mortals on my stream on Twitch

Stellen sighed as he made his way to his basement, flipping the light switch as he went. It was the middle of the night. The Norwegian was exhausted from not sleeping much the last few days. He had been refraining from using magic for a bit and it was defiantly starting to take its effect on him. Stellan was a witch after all and knew the importance of using his gift. He knew that not using magic and letting it build up was dangerous and could harm him if he wasn’t careful. His mother had often warned him of it.

As Stellan reached the bottom of the stairs he was greeted with the familiar sight of his ‘magic lair’ as his husband liked to call it. The room was fairly small with the walls and floor made of concrete. In the center of the room sat a cauldron that was placed in the middle of a circle filled with symbols. Behind that stood a an old wood podium with a very large and very old leather bound book atop it. Even farther behind it against the wall was a simple wooden table with a smaller cauldron was on it. The same circle that was on the floor was carved into the wood of the table. Hanging on the same wall as the table were shelves filled with objects from crystals to the bones of small animals, as well as some other odd objects. There were different types of fresh herbs and plants growing in pots littered around the room. Stellan had made sure that the poisonous ones were labeled and kept well out of reach should any of his family come down here. The man let out another sigh as he looked around the room. His eyes wondering from item to item as he made a mental check list for what he would need for a simple sleeping draught.

Stellan first added water to the cauldron and began the process of enchanting said water. This was to make a base potion that was pretty much useless without other ingredients. Then after finishing that the Norwegian slowly stirred in a mix of chamomile, magnesium, and finally some lavender. It mixed in to a rather nice smelling mixture that already was making him sleepy. Stellan carefully moved the sleep draught into a small glass flask and capping it with a cork. He quickly cleaned up the table before grabbing the sleeping draught.

Stellan made his way up the stairs, flipping the light switch of as he went. He made his way back to their bedroom finding it exactly how he left it with his husband still asleep and the covers on his side of the bed pulled back. Stellan carefully climbed back into bed, careful not to wake Henrik. He paused when Henrik’s fingers twitched before continuing. He opened the corked flask and downed it before placing it on the bedside table. He curled up against his husband, sleep quickly taking him.

Do you ever feel a slight twitch? A twitch you wish a witch could turn off like a switch. I used to be that witches annoying itch, so she broke me up, then she stitched me up like a doll. Hangs me up, upon a wall, from the neck. No, not any normal noose, barbed wire and it’s not in any possible way loose. I just wish she could show me some mercy, my body just tires from the bloodbath. But there’s the aftermath, I shouldn’t have crossed her clear path. I used to sit there and laugh, never thought my love would make me forget where, but I know it’s somewhere. We used to have a love. Now i’m just a teddy bear. I swear, i’m ready to stop and tear a sweet tear from my honest spoken eyes. For my unspoken lies. I understand why you’ve done this to me, but all my tries just flies past your head. Can I just lye down with you on our broken bed one last time. I can even stop with the rhymes, I can stop the poems, I can stop the gory words that I spit out my mouth. But I wish to keep my quick wit, but if that’s too much to ask i’ll be happy, happy to sit a fit, healthy mind with you. To show I speak the truth, i’ll cry in the shoes which I walk from. I would love to come to prom with a angel like you, but would you accept a freak like me? Can I come to be free? Or do I see with eyes to greedy to be? A distance to far for a young man to crawl with a fractured spine of a liar. Mine got spiked by your metal heated from the truths fire. I liked, I loved your personality, one to forever admire. I just hope I didn’t shock you like a electric wire.

“What do you mean there was a switch in seats. I have to sit by the window. I always sit by the window.”

I put up a hand to calm my husband. It was always difficult to get him to fly but today had just been on disaster after another. Now the airline is telling us all the seating has been changed. I knew I’d be lucky to get him on the plane.

“Harold, please calm down. I’ll talk to the attendant and let them know you need a window seat. It will be fine.”

Harold’s fave became red and his left eye started to twitch. I cringed inside. Why did we have to go through this every time we went to see my parents? It might be a thousand miles, but next time I would insist on driving.

“How can I be calm! First they screwed up the date of our flight. Then our plane had a mechanical problem and they had to fly in a different one. Now they are saying all the seating is changed We should just cancel the whole trip and go home. This is a disaster.”

I had to admit we weren’t getting off on a good start but it been over a year since we’d last visited my family. If we canceled this time I’d never hear the end of it from my mom. I had to wonder would listening to Harold all weekend or getting rude texts and calls from my mom for weeks be worse? I let out a heavy sigh and looked for a stewardess.

I saw one rounding around the flight counter and I went to cut her off.

“Excuse me, but I have a problem. My husband had and issue with flying. He absolutely must have a window seat or he gets very upset. He must be able to see our do the plane. I’d give him my seat but mine isn’t window either.”

The woman got an agitated look on her face. I was sure she’s been hearing complaints like this all morning.

“I’m sorry. But we can’t do anything about that. Perhaps you can have somebody switch with you?”

“I don’t think you understand the severity of my husband-“

The woman got a distracted look on her face and started walking away. “I’m sorry but I really must be going. I have to get this flight ready to leave. Talk to Gale at the desk. Maybe she can help.”

The woman than hurriedly walked away. I stood there glaring holes in her back before turning around muttering “witch” beneath my breath. I moved toward the counter am presented my problem there.

After fifteen frustrating minutes I walked back to Harold with his new seat assignment. He grunted as I have it to him. I sat down with a sigh of relief and prayed the rest of the trip would go much smoother.

Our melting pot of society owned by the witch Thickening with each stir and twitch Our man made switch turning it off Aiming to block its sloping trough Or will we find what it can produce From in amongst it’s child abuse