Welcome back to The Witch! This part is a little bit longer than the others, so I’ll keep my introduction short, though may I just say it makes me super happy that people like yourselves […]
If this is your first encounter with the world of The Witch, I recommend checking out the beginning of the story in Part 1. If you have started reading, but you missed the last chunk, go ahead and check out Part 4.
I stared at the dagger clutched in my hand, blocking out the noise of the broom sweeping behind me and the fears rolling through my head that they wouldn’t stop by the time Madame returned. The dagger was beautiful, with dark blue gemstones decorating the hilt and reflective, silver metal showing my face back to me.
I caught a flash of strawberry hair, a frock of pale pink. Plants grew in her wake, sprouting behind her dirt-caked heels. I was chasing my mother, but she was not my mother. She looked younger, livelier. I called out to her, but she did not turn back to me. She only kept running. Towards what, I knew not. I knew only that is was more important than me, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I sped up and in a moment, I began to feel the ground around me in a way I did not understand. I willed my legs to go faster, screaming my mother’s name until my throat went hoarse. I was gaining distance on her until I could see her plainly.
Welcome to the next installment of “The Witch,” a story about an isolated witch and the French girl that needs to find her. If you haven’t read the last installment of my story, I recommend […]
I was walking through the dark woods. Branches crunched under my feet as I heard crows cawing in the distance. They were telling me to run away, or maybe they were laughing at me, certain that in moments some terrible monster would pounce at me and swallow me whole. The hairs on my body stood on end as I listened to every noise around me, afraid that a painful and terrible death was only footsteps away.
She is begging to me. She is not the first to beg— tears in her eyes, desperation clawing at her throat— and she is most certainly not the last.
Writer’s block: the dreaded enemy of authors, journalists, and writers everywhere. Sometimes, it can seem like a monster too big to face, some unvanquishable giant that stops you at every turn. I, for one, went […]
Hi guys! This new addition to Zoë’s Creative Writing Corner is a really short story about a girl and her violin. I really enjoyed writing this, especially since I was listening to fast, classical violin […]
Mental health matters. This week, I have tried to focus on the true definition of that sentence. Yes, I see it all over social media at all times but I never really sit and think […]
This week, I introduce you to one of the most blunt, witty, and intelligent characters I have ever written. She’s one of the side characters in my work-in-progress, The Messenger and the Hunter, and by […]
This next piece is not from the Bianca Barrowbone “series.” It is from an entirely different novel I am working on. The excerpt specifically introduces one of the main characters in a series that I […]
Hi everyone. This next scene in my creative writing series is the introduction of a character I have grown to love by the name of Jess Montenegro. This is also from my work-in-progress, The Odd […]
This week, I have more of my writing content, but this time, it has nothing to do with Bianca Barrowbone and her own story. This week, I’m focusing on another novel I’m working on: a […]
Since you guys enjoyed my first stories so much, I decided to include another part of my novel-to-be. Below is the story of the harshest winter of humanity’s history and how a young woman perseveres […]
Rating: ★★★★★ “You may think you know the story… We have a different tale to tell.” – Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, and Jodi Meadows; My Lady Jane Genre: Historical Fiction (Magical) Summary: “Edward (long live […]
For context, I’ve been trying to write more during quarantine so, in order to push myself to write, I started journaling. While my journal is mostly short fiction and writing prompts, I have actually been […]