MG writing | SCWrites

beatrix bobbit and the strange homecoming

"We're agreed then?" Beatrix tried to make her voice sound firm and sure. "We must never tell anyone," Delia held out her wand, and...

Scratch, scratch, scratch. "Not now," Beatrix mumbled from her bed. "My night with Penny." Beatrix nuzzled in tighter to Penny's furry...

Beatrix Bobbit did not like wearing dresses. Yet, tonight, Mrs. Bobbit had forbidden her from donning her usual Witch Hat and Cloak....

Beatrix Bobbit rubbed her eyes, after another sleepless night. Still, every day, she was surprised not to see the flooded forest...

Witch hats hung from the ceiling and topped every available surface. Small cauldrons were filled with steaming tea, while broomstick...

Beatrix Bobbit was reading a book about pagan holidays while the fire danced in orange ribbons across the living room. She had convinced...