Fiction
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Olive Framley Entry 1, 10th April.
Dear Talia, You’ll never guess what. I am not the only witch in town! She looks awfully small, this other girl, with the fairytale name of Lucy Skylark. She’s a scruffy looking kid even when she’s at work – she got a job at Coastal Coffee before I did, but the kid is selling coffee… Continue reading
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Lucy Skylark Entry 6, 9th April.
Dear Vera, Oh my goodness, something very strange has happened! It turns out that I am not the only witch here after all. Continue reading
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Olive Framley’s Magical Year
From: Genevieve Olive Framley-Waters Crag Cottage Barkmouth Dear Talia, I’m settled in at last. This is a funny, pokey little town you’ve sent me to and the cottage definitely needs some renovation. But I’ve set up and I’ve managed to put around some business cards. Continue reading
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Lucy Skylark Entry 5, 2nd April.
I went out to buy some food for Suki but the best shop for it is this poky little store on the edge of town. I wasn’t there long, but the thunder started while I was paying and by the time I got back down the street it was pouring. There was a bus shelter,… Continue reading
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Lucy Skylark Entry 4, 31st March.
Suki’s eggs have hatched! They are dear little chicks, although very noisy, and since she is on her own, Suki needs a lot of help getting enough food for them. Teddy does not like this. He wasn’t fond of Suki anyway, and, now there are a whole brood of chicks too, he is very restless.… Continue reading
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Lucy Skylark Entry 3, 24th March.
Dear Vera, Oh, I feel like such a stupid, silly child. I’ve been here just over three weeks now and everything seemed fine but this morning Suki nudged me awake and said she thought she could hear something. There was a mouse underneath my bed! Continue reading
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Lucy Skylark Entry 2, 17th March.
When we got to the cinema, the frontage looked strangely like it had been laying in ruins for at least twenty years and when we walked inside, the ceiling looked like the sky, gloriously blue, and the entrance hall carpet looked more and more like moss, the wood on the seats sprouting twigs and leaves… Continue reading
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Lucy Skylark Entry 1, 10th March.
An unexpected visitor at my window today. A very pretty little bird landed on my window sill. I went to give her some seeds and then she chirped at me rather insistently that, as a witch, I was obligated to give her room and board. Well, I was very surprised to hear a bird talk… Continue reading
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Lucy Skylark’s Magical Year
Dear Vera, I’m so glad you agreed to be my mentor. It was very kind of you when you could be enjoying your retirement, so I’m grateful for all your time and advice. I’m so excited to be taking my first steps to becoming a full time witch. Continue reading
Helen Speaks 