Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Alyce had never planned on getting a cat. In fact, she had a perfectly reasonable list of reasons why a cat wouldn't fit into her life. There was the expense, the responsibility, the fur on everything, and the rather inconvenient fact that she had grown quite fond of being able to leave a glass of... Continue Reading →
Elara had been a witch for twenty-seven years before she finally accepted that she probably wasn't getting a familiar. It wasn't that every witch had one. Plenty didn't. Familiars were not magical accessories handed out alongside cauldrons and suspiciously large collections of jars. They came when they came, if they came at all, and supposedly... Continue Reading →
Every evening after dinner, Clara sat on her front porch with a cup of tea and watched the neighbourhood settle down for the night. One chilly evening, she noticed something watching her back. Two enormous green eyes were peeking out from underneath the hedge. “Hello there,” Clara whispered. The eyes disappeared. The following evening, they... Continue Reading →
Pickles was a twelve-pound orange cat who firmly believed he owned the house. Technically, the mortgage belonged to his human, Sarah. Pickles considered this an administrative error. His daily responsibilities included screaming at Sarah because he could see the bottom of his food bowl, knocking pens off the desk during important video calls, and sitting... Continue Reading →
