The Witch

The witch lurked behind a set of tall, thick trees. Hiding.  Hiding from the burly lumberjack sent to kill her. She knew his axe could swing out at her at any moment. That powerful piece of metal could sense her magic. He could sense her magic. And her fear. Her little red book of spells…

Was It a Dream?

It’s as if his imagination were leaking into reality. He had dreamt about those creatures. He would never want to see them in the daylight—they haunted his nightmares.