A Literary Minded Witch – A Daily Prompt Post

You Should Be Writing

Today’s daily prompt made me cackle, I mean laugh out loud, scaring the poor dogs who are still trying to get used to my hyper minded new morning routine self.

A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?

From one literary-minded Witch to another: where in the world can I find a spell that would actually do this? Oh, that’s right, it is called taking action, doing it myself, working hard, practicing my Craft (both the actual Craft and the craft of writing). There are no short cuts, but there is determination.

But that rambling does not answer the question, so here is the answer:

I don’t want to be studied, examined or used as a lesson in some college writing course, which the students will forget about, as soon as the final exam hits. My books should not sit on the shelves collecting dust, or on the list of what one should read – but actually never does.

No, I choose to be the paperback author, because I get to touch more people that way. I get to entertain, allow you to dream, forget about your problems, maybe inspire you to write your own books. I want to be the one who wrote the book, that was made into a movie, or the author you can hardly wait to read another novel from. THAT is not just an answer that comes from out of nowhere. It is an actual goal of mine, one I was working on this morning, before I read this prompt and scared the pets.

It is was I will do, because I know my Why, my reason why I want it to happen. I want to entertain you (okay, maybe you can also learn something from me, that would be a bonus – like I learned from so many others over the last few months, reading their books). Of course there are many other reasons, but I am not going to write about that right now.

Witchy Room

So, now I am going back into my Witchy room (yes, I actually have one of them), sit at the desk next to my Altar, which has a Wand on it, and work on what actions I need to take to make this happen.

To whomever came up with this question: A sincere Thank You from the bottom of my Witchy-Heart.

Here are some answers other people gave to this prompt:





Tweet, Tweet, Twitterfiction

Twitter Fiction

I @homeschoolwitch (you can call me Claudia) am going to take the plunge into the dark abyss called Twitter Fiction Festival going on from March 12th till March 16. Now that was an impulse decision, but I have been fascinated with twitter fiction for a while now, not quite sure if I could write an entire story on such a small space. Just like with Flash Fiction, I thought jumping right into the midst of it would be the best way to go.

That decision already brought me to some wonderful participants (and a lot more people to follow on twitter) whom from tomorrow on will be posting stories and visual projects all over twitter. It will be heaven for those who want to enrich their twitter feeds with interesting and thought provoking content. People are planning to write horror stories, and romances, the weird and wacky and the serious. A dream for the lovers of the written word.

Personally, I will be using my twitter handle to create a fake breaking news channel, called the “Weird Witches News Network (WWNN)”. I am determined to bring you the best made up news since Fox.

I am going to stubbornly see this through – hoping you will join me tomorrow.

Have a wonderful day


Allure And Obsession



her delicate charms
fragile rainbow colored eyes
fleeting enchantment

Written for today’s prompt:

Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.

That above Haiku is a display of an innocent connection, but I am currently exploring a story line for a future project in which such an encounter turns into an obsession. 

I am very much looking forward to writing “Split”. It will be a lot darker and less magical then “The Historian” – Series. 

Have a wonderful day everyone!



Happiness Is A Choice

Happiness within
found dancing amidst moments
of mundane living

Today’s Prompt:

What does “happiness” look like to you?

Happiness to me is a part of my spiritual practice – this post is a little unusual for me, considering that I usually like to keep my spiritual thoughts away from my professional blog. But I can not touch on happiness without mentioning that as a person whom accepts Law of Attraction as a vital part of my spiritual practice, that I made a conscious choice to be happy in the Now.

(For those whom are wondering, I am a practicing Witch, and a Pagan)


That is about as much spirituality I want to bring to this blog – I have a seperate blog dedicated to my practice as a Witch, you can find it here: http://hecates-corner.blogspot.com


It – A Flash Fiction Horror Story

Today’s Question is: 

When was the last time you did something completely new and out of your element? How was it? Will you do it again?

Six months ago I gave myself a challenge, to write Flash Fiction. Before that I had not even attempted any type of short stories, I was not even a particular fan of this type of writing. But I wanted to challenge myself, expand what I usually write. And I discovered some really good flash fiction writers.

My first Flash Fiction was accepted by Chupra Chupra House Publishing, to my surprise. I have not stopped writing these little stories since. 

If I would not have tried something new, I would have missed out on the writing lessons I have learned through reading and creating them. 

The following is a story I want to share with you today:

It – A Flash Fiction Horror

“It really does not approve of males.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Oh, I am very sure about that. It ate my boyfriend.”
“Seriously?” She paused looking around herself uncomfortably. “You do not seem to be broken up about it.”
Gina shrugged.
“I don’t know. Only thing I care about right now is to be here. Nothing else seem to matter that much.”
Her friend frowned.
“Are you sure that is a healthy way to react?”
“Why?” Gina yawned. ‘Why would I not want to be anywhere else? It is nice next to It. Look, I even have some food. Would you like some cookies?”
“No Gina, I would not like any. Sweetie, I think you should come home and we should talk to your Dad. As a cop he should know what we should do about Matt.”
“Do what about Matt? He is gone. So what? I am going to eat some of these cookies, they are tasty, not exactly sure what they are though.”
Mary eyed the cookies with distrust.
“I don’t think you should eat those. You are acting weird.”
“I am not acting weird.”
Gina frowned.
“Actually you are acting like you do not want me to be here.”
“Gina, I think we should go.”
“I am not going anywhere,” she smiled and took another bite of the small, delicate looking cookie.
“Seriously, I am leaving, and I am going to talk to your Dad…”
The ground open up quickly under the young woman, swallowing her up with such a quick completeness, that it was as if she never existed, closing just as fast.
Gina took another bite, and mumbled, “You are not going anywhere either.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014