Under My Bed

When the crash of the thunder is heard on the shore, wake from your dreams, and slumber no more. When the wild seabirds cry in the eye of the storm, come follow me. When the flashes of lightning are slashing the sky, over the tide, wild horses ride. Over the sea. Come follow me~ -Follow Me, The Celtic Women

A book of short stories, some fictional, sone non fiction, and some a mixture of the two, inspired by my life experiences as a blind witch, as well as prompts I find and other things that get my gears turning. I hope you enjoy, my lovelies~