It was the first day of autumn when I came to Blackbird Castle, the trees copper and green, pumpkins growing along the ditch by the side of the road, a moon like a lidded silver eye already visible in the evening sky – in short, an excellent day for a witch to return to her ancestral home.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ The House Witch by Delemhach
“No… get off me!”
Once upon a scream, Dawn woke in a panic. She struggled in her bed, trying to tear off the roses pricking her skin and strangling her.
“Please, let me go!”
She sat upright and gasped for air.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ Hocus Pocus and the All New Sequel by A.W. Jantha