CREATIVE WRITING

as she was thinking about these question, she realized that she couldn't find an answer. the age was definitively old, very old, but in numbers? unsayable. profession? can you say that witch is a profession? and she said something about her grandchildren, didn't she? jane was a bit scary, a person who wasn't real, well she was, but on the other hand, a few hours ago jane didn't even believe in fairytales. and now she was in one.

And then another thought occurred to her. What if the woman did indeed not exist? Maybe she had finally gone completely mad, and was wandering through this wood talking to herself.
"Just accept it, girl." The woman by her side replied with a sigh.

"I'm sorry! I wish I could. It's not that simple. I am too old to believe in fairy tales and that stuff. And where are we anyway?" Jane looked around. the forest was closing in on them, but a few meters ahead, janes glance fell upon a tiny brown hut. It was cute but also very cliché.

"Welcome to my humble hut!" the old woman said with a smile. "This is where you're going to live for the next few weeks, perhaps months!" Jane looked up, shocked. "I...I...can't stay here for weeks, they'll miss me. And I have to work. And what about my friends?!" "Don't worry, they won't notice that you're gone!" the witch tried to calm her. But it didn't work. Jane was all the more frightened. Why shouldn't her friends notice she was gone?!

The old woman put a kettle on the small oven on the corner, and smiled again. "Don't worry about it, I'll tell you everything as soon as you are ready. For now, just go and settle in the room to your left. It'll be yours, and I hope you like it."
And Jane stretched out her hand, reaching for the doorknob.

hesitant she turned it around, still not ready to go inside.
"it won't hurt my dear. just go inside. there is nothing terrible in there. no demon, no cage, no monster. nothing really. you have to learn to trust me. and yourself. what does your intuition tells you?"
jane had pushed that away from herself. she wasn't ready to give in. too many questions were yet unanswered.

And yet...what could a room hurt? Maybe she would be able to get away from that mind-reading old woman for a few minutes if she went in there. But the question about intuition...no, she would not accept everything right there and then, just because of her intuition.

jane had always had problems with her intuition. boys, men, whatever. they always had been the wrong decision and just because she had listend to her heart.
she gave the door a little push and it swung open. a comfortable and old smell reached her face.

The room was light and big. It had lots of old-fashioned furniture in it, but Jane felt as if she had time-travelled and had arrived in an 18th century country house. She liked it very much. It seemed right for her. "Glad you like it," the old woman shouted into her room. Scary old lady, Jane thought.

she moved to the bed and laid down. the matrasse was a little bit too hard but still good. she stared at the ceiling. thoughts coming over her. she let the day pass through her mind again. what should she do now?

Or rather, what could she do? She could not just leave the house, telling the old lady that this was not what she wanted to do. She was sure the old lady wouldn't let her go. So she decided to have a tour around the room. She looked into the old cupboard and was surprised. There were lots of clothes in it. Not old-fashioned ones, but real modern ones... She moved on and her eyes got caught by a book on the table. She moved closer to see the title.

"how to get your life in order"
it hit jane like a fist. what on earth am I doing here? I don't need books to tell me how to live my life...she went on to read the titles on the books, just to make sure that they were all like the first one. and if they were she would be out of here, sooner than the old lady could say "i am a witch".

"Yes, I am." the old lady's voice came from the kitchen. "And there is no way out of here. You know it!" Jane shook her head. She went closer to the shelf where the other books were, closed her eyes and picked one of them. Another stupid title "what to do when you're un-wanted". Brrr, Jane shuddered. But, nevertheless, she started reading.

She had not read more than a few pages when she first got the weird feeling that the author of this book was, just like the woman over there in the kitchen, able to read her mind. Every little fact in the book seemed to fit her own life so perfectly, it was unbelievable.

jane was scared. on the one hand it was nice, because she didn't need to say diffcult things, but on the other hand, her thoughts belonged to her and no one else. she wasn't able to have any secrets at all. not even to a book. the magic around her was unbearable. too much for one day. too much had happend today. and though she didn't want to, because it gave her a strange feeling, she went on reading. she couldn't really stop.