Dark Wishes Designs - A Life in Miniature

  Vivianne Andre paused at the top of the stairs and glanced into the beautiful ornate gold leaf mirror. She hated what she saw: the ravages of old age, the crepey skin, the laughter lines and sagging jowls. She had, what her next-door neighbour had once thrown at her, ‘a resting bitch face’ She smiled briefly at the memory and miraculously her cheekbones appeared from nowhere. ‘My dear’ she muttered to herself, ‘You are old, old, old!’ In disgust, she turned heel and marched off down the corridor making a mental note to cover the mirror. There were only a few left uncovered in the house now, the main one being her dressing table after all she still had to apply her makeup and brush her hair. She would undress of to the side of the mirror so as not to catch sight of her aging body. A body, she reflected, that had once turned heads and caused men to profess their undying love. Vivianne was born in Paris towards the end of the second world war, she never knew her father and her...

  If ever something was meant to happen then surely a pure black cat arriving on a witch’s doorstep in the middle of a storm on Halloween was it! Everyone at the CI (Crones Institute) was in full agreement when she recounted the tale to her fellow witches. When Agatha had returned from her All Hallows Eve broomstick duties, she found this pitiful black creature in the soaking wet bushes outside her home. He was skinny and very vocal and trotted into her house as if he had always lived there as soon as she opened her door. Since Agatha lived some miles from any neighbours by choice, she assumed he was a stray and decided to take him in. When racking her brains for a suitable name so many just did not fit. At first, she thought of Hallow, but the thought of shouting ‘Hallow’ when calling for him was not appealing, she didn’t want random passing hikers thinking she was friendly! Watching him devour a whole plate of chicken he looked so small that suddenly Weenie seemed an approp...