Nemaiza

Marie’s garden grew roses through the winter that died in the spring. What spent most of the year as a barren flower bed...

Today, I am someone else’s child. Someone else’s charge. Miss Elizabeth had me yesterday, though the time I spent in her company was...

I always thought I would be prepared for my death. In these parts, where you are just as likely to get caught under the wheels of...

I lie in an infinite field of dandelions that will only disperse at my command. The sun is low in the sky. It casts a golden light over...

Though the trees grew dense around me, I felt exposed. My heart fluttered at every rustle in the undergrowth, every caw of the crows...

Bruja’s Chandlery shares a back alley with a florist, and at the same time sits in the shade of a large willow in the heart of the wood...

Hi! This is a continuation of my previous story, Mother. You might want to read that before you go any further! Night arrives in the...

A witch you will not recognise lives north of the river on the dark side of town. The side where people go to be changed, stolen, or...

Once upon a time, I was told to wait for a prince to come and rescue me from my tower and so I did...

Miss Elizabeth was a witch prone to misplacement. She would lose track of the usual things; her broom whenever she really needed it...

She stumbles over a root buried in the snow. The permafrost beneath the soft powder is hard and uneven underfoot...