The Eerie Witch


Eerie shadows moved among the dark trees, frightening and inhuman. A small boy sat alone, weeping on the damp earth, forgotten by the cruel world he didn’t identify with. His clothes were covered in mud and wet leaves and dark hair covered his face, yet his two brilliant emerald eyes shone through the darkness.

Suddenly, a luminous creature crept sluggishly out from behind a nearby rose bush. The creature seemed to resemble a tiny cat, yet had the face of a witch. And this creature was quite transparent, the moist leaves on the ground showing through its fur.

The young boy pushed his jet black hair from his wet, gleaming eyes and stared, bewitched, at the oddity in front of him. The creature looked back at the boy, its striking blue eyes transfixed on the boy’s narrow, pallid face. Forever this mutual appreciation seemed to continue, until the creature began moving slowly toward the timid boy once again.

Fearful, the boy began to crawl backwards away from the bizarre being, but got stuck in some low-hanging branches. The creature picked up speed and quickly approached the boy, moving faster across the wet land. The boy desperately tried to free his damp clothes from the branches, but it almost seemed like the branches were holding him in place, much like human hands would. He knew that he could not escape.

A scream issued from the boy’s mouth as the creature reached out a paw as if to touch his face, but this scream was swallowed by the black night. Once the paw touched the boy’s cheek, something mystifying happened.

The creature began to grow larger, its fur disappearing as well as its other feline features. A haze of smoke shrouded the creature and then, out of the mist, walked a young and creepy witch, with the same face the creature had.

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The young boy gazed in amazement into the sparkling blue eyes of the witch, whose ice blonde hair fell in long wisps across her face. She was dressed peculiarly in a long, translucent gown with a rather intricate design. The witch’s hair trailed the ground and drops of dew clung to it, as well as small stones the color of the nearby lake.

As she leaned over the boy, the witch’s long hair fell onto his lap and he could see fireflies dancing amongst the dew and stones.

At last, the witch said, “I do not judge, nor harm. You are safe here. What is your name?”

The boy replied, “I’m Kivi. I live in the small cottage across the lake. But who are you?”

“Oh, I know, child,” said the witch. “I have been watching you for a long time indeed. And who am I, you ask? Well, that shall remain a mystery.”

Nervously, Kivi said, “I thought I felt someone’s presence when I was by the lake the last few nights. What do you want from me?”

The witch smiled and replied, “I have witnessed your pain. I know the hurt you feel inside and I am here to help.”

“I’m fine,” shouted Kivi. “Nothing is wrong with me.”

“Oh, I think you are mistaken,” said the witch, dreamily. “I see you crying here among the trees often. And I know why. You needn’t deny your feelings.”

“Why?” asked Kivi.

“Because they are real and important and part of something bigger,” stated the witch. “You are meant for more than you know. But, you must have faith in who you are to get where you want to go. This cruel and harsh world will try to break you and force you to surrender, but you must not allow it to. You are special and a very valuable part of this beautiful reality. Be yourself and everything will fall into its rightful place.”

And with that, the eerie witch disappeared into another cloud of mist.

Kivi sat in silence for quite some time, mulling over what the witch had told him. He knew what he had wanted, but never dreamed it could become reality. But now, Kivi felt strong and was ready to create his own universe. And as he left the forest that mysterious night, Kivi sang through the darkness and made his voice be heard to not only the animals nearby, but to everyone that had ever doubted his abilities and questioned his dreams.


I wrote this story a long time ago. It was inspired by Natalie Shau’s beautiful artwork above and the ever-inspirational singer Kerli. I was suicidal when I wrote it. It’s weird to think back to that time, but it also shows me how far I’m come since then. I’ll never be that lonely boy again. 🙂

I have also been nominated for the Shine On award by the always lovely and zany Izcentric! This award reminds me of that Rihanna song “Diamonds”. 😉

Shine On AwardI’ll be leaving tomorrow on a much needed vacation from work and life in general. I’m looking forward to being surrounded by nature and inspiration galore. I love disconnecting from technology sometimes. I promise I’ll return. 🙂 I wanted to ask before I go: Do you guys have any ideas for future blog posts? Anything you want to see? I’m up for trying new stuff, especially if it gets me out of my comfort zone. I’m crazy like that. 😉



Blog Tag


It appears I have been tagged by my good friend, the creative blogger Izzy. It’s question and answer time y’all!

Q.  Have you ever been made redundant from your job and how did you feel about it?

A. I have. Gotta love shit temporary government jobs. I saw it coming, so I was apathetic. I made better money than I do now though…

Q.  If you were interviewing someone for a writing job, what 3 qualities would you look for and why?

A. Creativity, Punctuality, and Dedication. No slackers allowed. 😉 Except for me. hahaha

Q.  What is your favorite board game and why?

A. Scrabble. It exercises the mind and makes good bonding time with my mom. 

Q.  When you look at the stars, what do you see?

A. Inspiration.

Q. When you look at the ocean, what does it remind you of?

A. The Little Mermaid. 🙂

Q.  How do you overcome writer’s block?

A. I listen to music.

Q.  If you could say 3 encouraging things to another person, what would they be?

Never give up. Dream yourself ready. Only you can make yourself happy. 

Q.  Do you prefer to write your stories/books/poetry/prose/articles on paper first, then type them up and edit them, or do you like to type them straight into your computer to edit?

A. I always hand write my poems and stories because I like to disconnect and get lost in my creativity. Blog posts I usually type straightaway. 

Q.  Do you like writing in one genre or more?

A. I like to mix it up. Narratives come the easiest, but I feel quite fulfilled after writing a meaningful poem. 

Q.  As a writer, do you think actions speak louder than words?

A. Well, I think writing something down makes one more apt to act on it. 

Q.  What is your favorite quote and why?

A. “The moment is now. The moment is all we have.” 

It reminds me to enjoy every day and not take time for granted. 

I tag the following bad bitches:

And now I’m going to shamelessly use this post to show off pictures of my sassy new hair! 😀

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I love dyeing my hair black. And new lipstick. 😉

Brooke Candy


It appears this is turning into a music blog. Sorry I’m not sorry.

As my last post featured the wholesome, sweet Jewel, I think it’s only necessary to get dirty. Filthy. Disgusting, some might say. It’s high time I discuss fearless rapper Brooke Candy. And yes, that’s her birth name. Her nicknames are really fascinating, too. Freaky Princess, The Hoodrat Drew Barrymore (my fave), Lady T-H-C…makes me want a cool nickname.

Hoodrat Drew Barrymore

Baby Brooke

Baby Brooke

I will admit I was scared of Brooke at first. She’s hyper sexual, blunt, and next level. But, with time Brooke has grown into  one of my favorite rappers, only second to her (and my) idol Lil’ Kim. The Queen Bee just can’t be topped.

Brooke has had a crazy life. Growing up, her father was the CFO of Hustler magazine, which exposed her to sex at a young age. Brooke is also a former stripper. She says she made good money and it prepared her for performing on stage. That experience clearly influenced her personal style and music videos. Raunchy is an understatement. Brooke interned for celebrity stylist Rachel Zoe, too. Bananas. It doesn’t sound like Brooke was too fond of her, though…

Brooke first gained recognition in indie artist Grimes’ music video for the song “Genesis”. In her long pink braids, shiny warrior armor, and sassy platforms, Brooke was hard to miss. I first heard of her from singer Kerli. She referred to Brooke as her evil twin and I would say that’s very accurate. They both include fantasy and cyber elements in their fashion. Brooke tends to wear less clothing, naturally.

Brooke Candy Grimes

Kerli and Brooke

Kerli and Brooke be friends

Honesty is really important to me in music. Straight up, I don’t like artists who don’t write their own shit. I just don’t have any respect for them. That’s why Brooke is a breath of fresh air. She doesn’t censor her raps in any way and refuses to sign to a major label that wants to change her. Her goal is to make it into the mainstream as an independent artist and I believe she can do it with the support of her fans, lovingly referred to as FagMob.

Brooke means no disrespect by using the terms “fag” or “slut” in her raps. She’s actually a lesbian as well as a feminist and wants to reclaim insults and flip them into compliments. That’s really admirable. Brooke’s bringing back female rap that empowers and supports women’s rights, just like Lil’ Kim and Khia. Even if her music is sexual, it’s not degrading to women. Brooke is telling women to be in control of their bodies and make their own rules. That’s clear in her song “Pussy Make The Rules”.

Love her or hate her, Brooke’s here to stay. We would totes be friends.



How do I even begin to describe my love for singer/songwriter Jewel…she’s perfect in the realest of ways. Beautiful, talented, and down to earth, she’s an inspiration to so many. I think I’ll give a bit of history on Jewel’s road to becoming a music icon.


Jewel grew up on a ranch in the Alaskan wilderness with no running water or electricity. She spent her childhood picking berries, riding horses, and singing with her dad. Jewel’s family never had a lot of money, but they lived off the land and made do with what they had. Jewel and her dad made extra money by traveling around the state performing at any bar that would have them.

At the age of 15, Jewel set out on her own and was accepted into a fine arts school in Michigan, where she learned to play the guitar and started writing her own songs. After high school, Jewel was homeless for a while, living in her car after her boss fired her for refusing to sleep with him. But, her determination and raw talent paid off when multiple record labels took notice and Jewel signed with Atlantic Records. Her debut album, Pieces of You, sold 12 million copies, cementing Jewel as one of the most successful musicians in history.

Growing up, I remember seeing Jewel’s music videos on the TV. The video for “Foolish Games” captivated me with its striking imagery and it’s still my all-time favorite Jewel song. It’s like I had no idea what heartbreak was at that age, but I felt her pain in those lyrics. That memory has stayed with me all these years. They are lyrics that anyone can relate to because they are so realistic and descriptive. I knew she was special, but I didn’t learn her backstory until much later.

I really respect Jewel for staying true to herself in an industry where selling out is encouraged. She’s tried her hand at almost every genre of music, including folk, rock, pop, and country, excelling at them all. To me, that shows growth as an artist. Some of Jewel’s fans thought she sold out when she decided to release the dance-pop song “Intuition”, but I think they didn’t listen to the lyrics or recognize that the video was a parody of pop culture and the sex-crazed music industry. As an artist, you can never please everyone, so doing what feels right is all one can do.

Jewel’s quirks make her so lovable. Even though she doesn’t have perfectly straight teeth, Jewel has refused to ever get them fixed. She’s proud of her snaggletooth and thinks it makes her unique. I see it as a humble reminder of where she came from. Jewel’s voice is also very interesting. I was watching a live performance of her’s the other night and she joked that she sounded like Kermit the Frog on her first album because she hadn’t learned how to sing in a studio yet. lol I don’t think that’s true, but her voice is definitely different. Jewel has quite a range and when she busts them out, her scatting and yodeling are impressive.

I believe I also feel a strong connection with Jewel because she shares my grandma Jewell’s name. That’s not a very popular name and the two have quite a bit in common. Both grew up in the country and sang with their families. My grandma was a country singer from Kentucky and I have a bunch of her recordings on tape. She sang while my grandpa played guitar and the two could really harmonize! I’m sure that’s where I get my love of music from. I grew up on country music and while it holds a special place in my heart, I’ve always been more into the pop/dance genres. Anyways, Jewel reminds me of my grandma and listening to her music gives me fond memories of the good times we had. 🙂

Jewel Guitar

Jewel was just a simple girl with a dream. She made it happen. Her story and music inspire me to never forget my past, but strive for more.

Possession: Part 1


Based on true events…

One chilly Autumn night, two friends set out in search of a tiny old graveyard. Neither realized that it wouldn’t be the ghosts  giving them a fright…

At last, they came upon the creepy destination. Dusk was falling as they neared the iron gates. A thicket of trees surrounded the enclosure, obscuring what lie beyond. The smell of burning wood filled the September air.

“They’re locked,” said Jocelyn as she pulled on the metal chain connecting the gates. She was a pretty blonde girl with an exuberant spirit. Always positive, Jocelyn was rarely seen without a smile on her face. “Think you can jump the fence?”

“Hang on,” said Zander. He was the clear-headed one, opting for critical thinking over impulse. “There’s no lock on this chain.”

Zander unwrapped the chain from one of the gates and they creaked open. The gravekeeper mustn’t have minded visitors.

“This place is so pretty,” said Jocelyn. “It must be quite old…”

“About 150 years old, actually,” explained Zander. “The founders of this town are buried here.”

“Wow,” whispered Jocelyn. “Look at this gravestone.”

Jocelyn bent down to inspect a weathered marker nearby. Tree roots had pushed the headstone back and the inscription was barely legible.

“Annabelle Williams,” she read. “I wonder who she was. What do you think she was like, Zander?”

“She could have been the daughter of one of the founders?” he guessed.

Zander ran his pale, spindly fingers over her worn name.

“This would make a great backdrop for a photo,” said Jocelyn as she laid down next to the headstone. “Please take my picture? The Goth in me can’t resist.”

“Alright,” he laughed.

Jocelyn got her picture and the pair explored the rest of the graveyard, treading slowly to avoid tree roots and fallen markers. Some of the headstones were broken or completely unearthed, but the land appeared to be cared for.

“There is a lot of history here,” said Zander.

“I can feel it,” said Jocelyn. “It’s a peaceful energy. Nothing has been left unresolved here. Such a lovely place.”

“I know of another place you might want to visit,” suggested Zander.

“The bar?” joked Jocelyn. “I sure could use a beer if you’re buying.”

“Not what I had in mind this time,” laughed Zander. “Have you ever heard of the old Sebastian Sanitarium?”

“Nope. Cool name, though. What’s the story?”

“How about I tell it to you on the drive there? It’s getting a bit cold out here.”

“Okay,” said Jocelyn eagerly. She couldn’t hide her curiosity. But, Jocelyn figured she would hide her gift for now. She didn’t want to freak out Zander and push him away like she had done to many in the past.

The adventuresome pair left the graveyard and headed for the decrepit hospital. Zander had been there plenty of times before and never had a bad experience. This night would prove different.

To be continued…