13 Kisses in the Dark

She thought it impossible to love anyone more than she loved her magic. Then he said, I’m yours—and meant it—and impossible was nevermore.

“I let them take you. I knew, and I still let them.” The dirt that had sucked her lover’s screams felt cold against her wet cheek. “I wish I could change it. I would give everything I am for a chance—” The idea hit her so abruptly that it was as if it had been born in someone else’s head.

Fueled by desperate hope, she took the shape of a white hare and ran to the Crafter’s cottage.

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“It’s not wise to walk these woods in your fur,” the Crafter said, without looking away from the parchment he was working on. “They’ve been felling trees and turning stones looking for you.”

Crossing the Crafter’s threshold and resuming her human shape, she said, “Can you write my husband out of wherever they’re imprisoning him?”

“I can write anyone anywhere, my girl. But—”

“I’m with child. I know they’re keeping my husband alive to use his magic to rip our babe out of my wound as soon as she’s big enough to breathe on her own… That’s in three nights.”

“They will track you, my girl.”

“Not if you write us into a story your masters will never read.”

The Crafter put down his quill. “Crafting a story world takes weeks.”

“What about that one?” She pointed at the scribbling-covered parchment in front of the Crafter.

He shook his head. “This is a place for punishment, a place where… they hurt people like us.”

“My husband and I will shield our child. We’ll do anything for her. That’s what parents are supposed to do. But I was wrong to expect—”

“They will burn you alive, in this story world,” the Crafter yelled, hurling his quill against a wall.

“We can hide,” she said. “You became slave to people you despise, so those you love could live. My husband and I would give up our magic to protect our child.” She put a hand on his shaking shoulder. “No story world can be too terrible, if we get to be together and alive, Father.”

“They will force me to tell them where I wrote you,” he said.

“I’ll drink your memory of me,” she said, placing a dusty tin cup on the table.

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By the sounds of quill and kettle, the Witch brewed a forget-me tea, and the Crafter wrote his daughter and her family into a story world where the wrongs of magic were made right by fire.

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She poured the tea in the cup. He handed her the parchment with the words she would need to escape their world. His face was warm and wet with tears, when she put her hands on his cheeks and began to chant:

Thirteen kisses in the dark,
they’ll taste of moon full
and of sun-bright;
thirteen touches of my lips,
they’ll make me yours
and keep you mine.

Thirteen kisses in the dark,
they’ll bring oblivion
and memory seep;
thirteen touches of my lips,
in your mind I’ll be nothing
after this sleep.

He slumped forward the thirteenth time she kissed his temple, sipping his last memory of her. Gently, she laid his head down on the table and watched him through blurry eyes until each line of his face was branded in her heart.

They had agreed to leave the empty cup on the table and some forget-me tea in the kettle. His masters would find him spelled, and realize he didn’t remember her. And they would never hurt him; not when he was the only living Crafter, and the other one was unborn and lost to them.

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Inspired by “13 Kisses”, winner of From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 3; and linked to Vanessa Valencia’s Witches Tea Party. Fly over to A Fanciful Twist and see what everyone else is brewing. Oh, and beware of tin tea cups… you know, just in case.

Tin Tea Cup, from Analogue Lifevia

Loving You through the Veil

I want to start Witches in Fiction 2015… Death Rites and Remembrances (the pre-party) with love that dares to see the light through the darkest of times. The following poem, inspired by Sunshine Shelle’s “Til Death”, feels just right to my Muse and witchy heart.

“Loving You through the Veil”

My words taste of you,
sing your scent into my dreams
until my all is you and me

again.

Last spring, I rained
morning after morning…
and at night

summer scorched your absence
into my skin.

I await the fall,
when October thins
all barriers,
and you feel me, still

loving you through the Veil.

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linked to Poets United, Poetry Pantry 272

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Loving You through the Veil (1)“Til Death” (work in progress), by Sunshine Shelle

Loving You through the Veil (2)
Shelle’s desk, showing “Mistress Moon” (mine!) and “Til Death”

Loving You through the Veil (3)
Shelle’s Driftwood Castle, where wicked delicious art is born
(I just love it, so I had to show you… and giggle)

pre-Witches in Fiction 2015, first giveaway:
paintings and a gift voucher from Sunshine Shelle

“Til Death” is 1 of the 3 gifts, with which my dearest Shelle is sponsoring Witches in Fiction 2015… Death Rites and Remembrances. 3 prizes, for 3 lucky Wicked Luvs:

1st Prize – “Til Death” (the finished piece)
2nd Prize – a customized painting, by Shelle (the winner dictates)
3rd Prize – a $20 voucher for any of the shops sponsoring the party (except Shelle’s)

Here is how to enter this giveaway: Leave a comment telling me what bits of my poem and of Shelle’s painting caught your attention, and why. For one extra entry, share your thoughts on the phrase, “Till death us do part”. Wishing for a second extra entry? Share this post on Facebook (tag me and Sunshineshelle Artist & Art). And you can get a third extra entry, if you add these words at the end of your comment: “Magaly, do throw my name into your witchy cauldron!” Good luck, my Luvs. 😉

Giveaway Rules, details and stuff…
* I need to be able to contact the winners. If you don’t have a website or social media profile, through which we can interact, then please add your email to your comment. If your name comes up, and I have no way to contact you, I will choose another name.

* You can group all your entries in a single comment—or not… the choice is yours.

* To my Canadians, before you can claim your prize, I must test your mathematical brilliance by asking you a very obscure question, such as… what’s 13 + .5? Yeah, obscure…

* All Witches in Fiction 2015 giveaways will end on October 20th, 2015, at 10:13 pm, EDT. The winners will be chosen using Random.Org, and announced on October 21st, 2015.

* This giveaway is open worldwide, excluding any place where prohibited by law.


This is a pre-party post. Witches in Fiction 2015… Death Rites and Remembrances wont take place until October 17th; to join the celebration, click the link.