The Honey Witch

by Sydney J. Shields

These are the wild women who run barefoot through the meadow, who teach new songs to the birds, who howl at the moon together. Wild women are their own kind of magic.

what is so wrong about being a bitch? It is the closest a girl can be to a wolf.

“You are a wild creature, Miss Claude. I hope to see you again,” he calls after her. She waves goodbye and then takes off in a run, knowing that she will not allow herself to be tamed.

But what happens when the girl keeps living, when she ages proudly and defiantly, without abandoning imagination, or stories, or that secret wish to find magic wherever it hides? Well, then the poets would call her a witch.

It is better to be lost in a beautiful daydream than trapped in a dim reality.

All she knows for sure is that she feels more connected to the characters in her grandmother’s folktales than to the people around her

“Put away all thoughts of anyone else’s expectations. Only you have the right to decide your own fate.”

A Honey Witch provides women with choice—something they are all too often denied.

“What any woman wants for herself is not for you to decide. You would do well to remember that.”

The title is meant to be an insult, but her heart still warms at the sound. She loves being called a witch. It’s by far her most interesting attribute.

the world is quite nice, but only if you know where to look. Friendships are harder to break than you think, and you will not outgrow the ones that are the most important. Heartbreak is inevitable, but so is healing, so don’t be afraid

She was the moon and I was the sea, and we were always reaching for each other.