She ran into the woods branches catching at her hair. Her brother had ran past her way further than they were ever supposed to go. Where could he have possibly gone? She leaned onto an old gnarled tree trying to catch her breath when she heard something whisper to her go deeper in. As she trekked further and further in she saw his hat stuck on a branch high up, way further than either could have r...

In the heart of a forgotten woodland, where the air tasted of earth and magic, a solitary witch named Elara wandered through the curling mists. The trees stood tall and ancient, their gnarled roots like twisted fingers reaching into the rich soil, while their trunks bore the stories of centuries in their rugged bark.

Elara had always felt a connection to the forest, but on this particular day, a...

i was peeling potatoes when it happened.

the water was bubbling into an angry boil, but i wasn’t ready to cook the potatoes yet. one of them had a stubborn crevice that sort of resembled a butt crack, and i couldn’t peel the thick, yucky skin out completely.

long story short, my knife slipped and i accidentally peeled the skin off of something else.

“shit!”

my kitchen sink is righ...

I was taught the language of trees from a very young age. From the billowing of branches to the howling wind, my mother took me through every word and its meaning. After she died, I continued my studies. It was challenging without her, but like the women before me, I never backed down from a challenge.

Through many restless nights, I poured through books and grimoires. Potions fueled my energy an...

I always knew I was different. Things just happened around me; birds would land on my shoulders and head, cats would follow me around, bees would swarm around me. It was not uncommon for me to be uncommonly lucky, I won games of chance easily. People I didn’t like would often have bad things happen to them. I was special and I loved it.

I never officially labeled myself as a witch, not until the ...

“Ever since you moved here, you’ve said that you had other options. If cohabitation is a problem, then maybe we can sit down for a chat. Right now, I’m late for an appointment. See you later!”

Tavia calmly walks toward the front door, a slight frown on her face, masking the anger she felt. The door opens and closes for her as she exits. The thick New Orleans heat happily greets her, a warm bree...

The children speak with the trees.  

They climb up along their sturdy, hundred-year-old trunks and hear their stories, all terrible and true.  Then they whisper back their own tales, eyes wide and wondering, and the trees listen to the children.

But then the children grow up, and they forget all about their friends in the forest.  They forget the language of rustling leaves and creaking branches...

The forest is calm, eerily silet, with nothing but the soft wind pushing through the forest as the sun falls in the Autumn sky. Sheai realizes that even thoguh Brooksville is just a days walk behind, she already feels isolated. Thinking of it, she isn’t positve that shes encountered another soul on the road in the past few hours. They slow as the section of the path that breaks into deep of the fo...

“Slow you’re breathing down. You’re in a state of panic.”

She heard someone or something say this. But the voice was incredibly foreign - it as somehow low and high at the same time, and in the rhythm something more akin to a song bird than a human.

She heard the same message again, and it was clearly coming from within ten feet of her.

“Where are you? Who are you?” She yelled.

She’d spent h...

The wind whistled from tree bark to tree Bark as the peel of the trees slowly began to unfurl. The trees' skin, hard and withered, rolled up into winding balls that made their way to the soil, collapsing as though tired from their journey.

I sat and wondered at this marvellous phenomenon that presented itself before me. How could this be? For a faint flicker of a moment, I felt as though maybe i...