Lost in Witchwood

A man once dreamed of living in the most beautiful, most wondrous house in the world.  He worked very hard, and spent lots of money and made no friends, but at last his dream home was complete.  And it had been worth it, more than worth it.  At first just the locals agreed, then word spread, and soon people flocked from all around the world to worship the perfection of this home.  The man grew…

There was once a red coat – how red is difficult to say.  Some people called it as red as ruby lips; others, the red of poisoned apples; and some the colour of blood that runs hot and salty in our veins.  The little girl who belonged to this coat  enjoyed knitting and sewing.  But nothing she made was as splendid as her vivid red coat, and so, she wore it wherever she went.  One day, as the…

Sam’s puppy is smarter than he is.  Much smarter, actually.  Sam began to worry about this and read extensively on dog training and obedience.  Unfortunately, Sam left the books lying around where anyone could see them.  Now when I go to visit, his puppy makes us tea and we take Sam out for walkies.

In my garden there is a stone and under the stone is a very, very, very deep hole.  I once shone a light down the hole, but couldn’t see anything, not even white rabbits.  Recently I dropped a thimble down the hole, just to see what would happen.  It fell and fell and fell down the very deep hole, but I couldn’t tell where it landed.  Then, about three days ago, I moved the stone off the hole and…

I had stars for my breakfast yesterday.  I poured the Milky Way on them and used a moonbeam for my spoon. When I was done, my tummy went nova and I spent all night squatting over a black hole. Tomorrow I shall try cornflakes. Or maybe pixie dust, which ever needs finishing up.

Today I met Joe Bloggs.  He was quite normal, actually.

Esme brought the knife down at an angle, hard, for there was much to cut through.  It pierced the surface with a satisfying ‘scrunch’.  She readjusted her grip and began to saw along the top.  She had to stop twice to wipe sweat and pumpkin juice from her hand.  When she had sawed all the way around, she lifted the top off and peered into the guts of what would be her jack o’ lantern. ‘Hey!’  It…

Archie woke up one morning with a sore throat.  By the afternoon, he’d lost his voice.  The next day his throat was swollen and his neck looked red and puffy.  Archie made an appointment with his doctor for the following day and, in the meantime, tried not to say much and drank plenty of fluids.  The water went down easy, but juices and teas were harder to swallow.  He tried to take some pain…

Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a man who dreamt of writing beautiful stories and telling dramatic tales. But at first, the great words for the telling of these tales would not come to the man. He rubbed his head and rubbed his head and tried to squeeze the important words out of it. He rubbed so hard, he rubbed his own hair away, and as he kept rubbing, he rubbed his head to a fine…

The man sighed, content and tired and content that he was tired, and rolled over.  Her hair was spread across the pillow, the scent of fresh sunset and Halloween breezes lingered in it.  The man tried to remember how he’d met her, how he’d ended up here, where ‘here’ even was, then gave up.  Images danced across his drowsy mind’s eye, images of costumed reverie and trees dotting a cloudless night…