Ghost-Witch – Short Story

A scratching, scraping sound crawled across the dirt towards Kosumi’s campfire. He couldn’t see through the darkness and rose on bended knee, drawing his tribal bow towards the empty wilderness. His heart raced and his arms ached with intensity. His village had abandoned the dry plains of Wuskama without him. He had to survive the hardships of the wild or he would never find his tribe again. And if he died here tonight, he would never learn the mystery of why they left Read More

The Witch In My Eye – Short Story

Oh, the visions I beheld when my eyes opened. What reverie is this? What deliverance from the darkness? The colors, the hues, the light reflecting off the foliage and bows that hung from the rafters of the cottage. My eyes marveled at the diversity all around, and at the caked dirt covering the floor that I awoke to. What a wonderful new world this was, now that my eyesight had returned Read More

House of Mittens – Short Story

Mittens leapt from her master’s lap when he made a funny noise. She ran to the kitchen table and jumped up with a calm demeanor, licking her whiskers. The greasy hands of her master made her feel unclean. Master was making more loud noises when he looked out the clear barrier to the outside. He put his face to the clear barrier. There was a sparkly light coming from the large box place next door. Wispy steam floated into the sky from the large box thing. Her master made the noise, “Fire” followed by “All dead?” Mittens saw her jangly toys, looking untouched and innocent Read More