There were rumours that a witch lived here. Where the tree-lined path merged with the forest. Rumour had it that this witch would help you out if you asked nicely. Well- her co-workers had said it with a bit more scorn in their voices, but ever since she overheard she hadn’t been able to put it out of her mind.
This was it, this was the moment Fabian’s life would change forever. He’d worked towards this moment for years, and finally it was here. He slowly lifted his envelope to the application box, savouring every second of this momentous occasion. The moment he applied for an actual space mission. The moment his dream of seeing extra-terrestrial plants would become reality.
‘Unicorns! What don’t they want us to know?’
Josina seeks advice from a colleague.
Josina leaned over to see the page. ‘Mothman’, ‘The Loch Ness Monster’, and biggest, in the middle of the page, ‘Unicorns! What don’t they want us to know?’
The Most Observant in the Room
Renee grabbed his phone and noted a few things down in coded shorthand, all the while keeping an eye on the severs’ movements over the top of the screen. After a three hour journey, he could finally sit down to eat, but still no relaxation was to be had.
It would be more than a decade after they saw a magical party down the street and discovered their daughter was a witch that the Hargraves would encounter another magical so close to home.
Josina Hagmeule is excited to invite Alice Hargrave to the Hedgewitches Academy, but things don't go as planned.
Derek’s stories from rural locals – The Beekeeper
Stories from the countryside, presented by Derek Nacre.
A fast talking farmer tells Derek about his neighbour John's increasing collection of beehives, and what this collecting lead up to.
The Cryptid Within Us
No, I won’t stop you, I couldn’t if I wanted to. I know how you Cryptid researchers work. You’ll just find a way around, you always do. Can’t see when a line of tape is for your own safety and not just there for shits and giggles.
Early for a party
Both of them jumped when a loud bang followed by a cheer came from the pub further down the street.
“A little early for a party,” Lewis commented as he craned his neck to get a better look outside. What he saw nearly had him drop Alice out of his arms. “Look at them!” When Adalynn joined him, her spatula clattered to the floor.
“Holy shit…” she whispered.
A short vaguely inspired by the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
The Book-Copying Skirmishes
Hidden between the cracks of our world, is a different world. A world protected by powerful wards and secrecy spells. A world of magic. But even more hidden, lurking in the shadows of the magical world, is the magical underground.
Uncaring of the laws of both the mundane and magical governments, people gather to sell illicit substances, trade knowledge of harmful magic, exchange exotic animals, and most importantly; to sell books on the cheap.
Somewhere, unbound by the laws of time and space, exists a wishing well. You probably haven’t heard of this well, but not because it’s a secret. It’s just that most people who encounter it aren’t around to tell the tale.