Blancshire Witch Projects
They begged for Prescriptions of Medicines: she
oft’ substituted Cannabis. It was believed that the Weed improved
Mood and was good for the Treatment of Pain. The Sick improved. The
became less worrisome....
"Bring forth rain!"
"Kill my neighbour!"
Demands could be great; Clients could be
mean-spirited and unethical; being a Witch was no small Undertaking.
Amusement and for the Amusement of Others, she oft’ rode a Broomstick.
the Expectation; she had an Image to maintain whilst handling the
the Day: Townsfolk and Farmers in need of Spell Craft; greedy Merchants
of Alchemist Magick; the Sick in Need of herbal Preparations.
spoke not of their personal Problems and Concerns,
as in the Grand Scheme of Things many Concerns seemed to be of an
trivial Nature. Problems of Romance or social Climbing paled when
Issues of basic Survival: crop Yield, the Provision of good Water,
Fire and the Avoidance of Accidents and Death.
Persons were obsessed with the Possibility of
Illness; some imagined Illness; some imagined evil Force caused their
It was true that some used Illness, real or imagined, to achieve Ends.
dreaded such Clients: it took much Energy to allay their Fears. They
Queries and referred to a writ List of vast Disorders. They begged for
Prescriptions of Medicines: she oft’ substituted Cannabis. It was
the Weed improved Appetite and Mood and was good for the Treatment of
Sick improved. Others became less worrisome.
Maida was a Farmer and Shepherd who’d come to inquire of Spells for her
and Crops. She sought a more efficient growth Process for Wool and
"I want Pre-colouration. Please make the Wool and Cotton naturally grow
sundry Colours. Is this possible, Zilla?"
"This seems probable and likely. At what Rate do you wish Growth? Which
Colours are of Interest to you? Please be specific of Want and Need
have unusual Results. And this Spell shall cost you."
began their Friendship and Zilla's Work.
Hair of Lamb
‘O cotton Tuft
Be not White
But Red as Cherry
Yellow as Sun
Blue as Sea . . .
Beast and Plant
Of many Colours be!
Flocks and Crops soon brightly flourished. Her
Competitors and Neighbours were outraged and proclaimed her evil.
become uneasy; Zilla provided Companionship.
Zilla bathed in Anticipation of Company with Maida,
she took Pride in the Fact that she need share her bathing Water with
Others. Oft’ entire Families used the same Tub of Water: first the Man
House; all the other Men and Sons; the Women; the other Children; last
the Babes. The Water would become filthy and thick. It was sadly
many a Babe was lost: thrown out with the bath Water!
many Homes, Baths were quite infrequent. Zilla
shuddered at the Thought. Had she not Access to Water and Magick, then
might go dirty. Had she political Power, she might have promised "Water
every Tub!" "A Tub in every Home!"
loved her bathing Tub; she oft flew in it. She’d acquired a Shell from
the Sea: a Mollusk. She’d cast a Spell and made it large. It would now
accommodate a Grown Human Being! It had a beautiful Inside: Mother of
sparkled and reflected in the Water. Plant Life sometimes grew from its
Crevices. Laying her Head against its Side, she could hear a gentle
Tub held a large Measure of Water but was unstable due to its curved
irregular Bottom: she soaked and floated in her rocking Tub. Soaking in
Eyes closed, caused her to Mind-Fly. Note: Practickal
indeed! Create Comfort Magick for average Folk: easy Access to good
Food and Dwelling! Make it affordable: decrease Costs! Easily offset
selectively overcharging rich and irritating Clients.
and Maida walked the Pastures. They sometimes
closely sat and watched the Lambs: spotted and striped Creatures of
yellow and blue.
"Zilla, my Neighbours do so over-react! You’d think I’d changed a
Father into a Toad!" her Friend fretted. "I fear for my
"Changing Man into Frog? That's my Work! Don't worry so. I can cast a
Spell to protect you. Though it shall cost you."
"Very well. Though your spell Poetry needs Craft, Zilla!"
Maintenance and Improvement on Zilla's Dwelling could be a Challenge,
she could perform some Work. Her bathing Tub she could plug if it
Leak. Certain Projects however were impossible or distasteful for her
- must she use her magicks on domesticities after all? In this Instance
might choose being dependent upon the good Graces and working Schedule
Builder. A local Man by the name of Osi was highly regarded.
Builders indeed worked great Magicks, but tended to be arrogant and
Their Projects oft’ remained unfinished for many a Moon! The Job would
Addition, a Room to be used for working and lounging and
"Osi, please arrange it so that it gets much Light! It should be round
Shape. Make it transparent, of Glass! With Patches of
Inlay! With a solid Mother-Of-Pearl Door to the Outside. Might you be
"Not a problem . . . " Osi promised. "We must first take down
the east Wall."
"Well . . . if you must. But how long until it's built? How long?"
"A Moon or two, depending . . . will be a large Job for my glass
Man." Builder Variables tended to be vague. The Wall came down. Osi disappeared. It rained. A Magick Spell seemed
to bid Osi's Return!
‘O Workman, Workman
Of Wood and Stone
Hammer and Nail
Dust and Earth . . .
‘O Workman, Workman
What you've left
In your Wake!
The Leakage, the Mess! . . .
We've an Agreement
Comply . . . comply!
returned the following Day. "I apologise for
the Delay. I was seeking Materials."
finished, the round Room was indeed magickal: of
Glass and Mother of Pearl, filled with Prisms of Light. Its Appearance
however askew: the sparkling Dome-like Structure sprouting from the
Side of a
brown square-ish Building!
Her Light Room faced Gardens and Forest. Greenery draped it; Dapples of
shone through. In the Center of the Room she placed Bedding. A
four-poster Frame supported Feather Mattresses; a night Table to the
Table and Chair to the Left. Zilla enjoyed working and
Naked in the Light. As she gazed out towards the Trees, she oft’
Faces intertwined therein. Acorns fell and bounced atop her
Inking her Notepaper and daydreaming, she lie upon her Bed, almost
Sunlight and Shadow playing upon her.
Knocking at her Door brought her to Awareness.
She stood and put on a Robe. At the Door she slightly opened it and
to see Osi standing there.
"Why such Modesty? Your Walls are Glass."
"I have a Crack in my Wall. Will you look at it?"
"I'll tend to it."
Practickal Magicks indeed! Zilla wrote in her Notebook of Projects. She
to be excited by new Ideas.
I. Create a non-stick Caldron for easier Cookery and Magicks and
Cleanliness. Create a special Coating for cast Iron, or create new
Make it Light of Weight.
II. Create Weed-Free Crops: Bless the bountiful Edibles; curse the
Parasiticals! Alternate Plan: Create Market for pesky Weeds: promote as
and healthy. Open an eatery Establishment. Put weed Greens upon Menu.
III. Create a new and improved Broomstick: add a soft Fiber
cover with animal Skin. Create elaborately carved safety Handles
either End, for flying side Saddle.
IV. Create a Man Caller: The Man-Flute would be carved of special
unique Form. As Air would be blown through it, its Shape and Dimensions
produce strange and unusual Sounds to attract the Man-Creature. Note:
Product to attract specific Types of Men.
V. Create a Love Glove for the Male. If Need be, use the Psyche
induce him to put it on before Relations.
VI. Create a babe Sitter: a soft and warm Form which would emit a
Zilla considered the Act of Childbirth. Having attended Births,
shocked by its bloody Violence and Physicality yet seeming Lack of
Logic and Law: she'ed seen a Babe born; it had powerfully come
the Body opened, stretching the Mother's Opening to alarming
could this be? How was this possible? She wondered. It had been a new
extraordinary Act to her. She determined that God, as Such, was likely
Male: I shall give Woman certain Powers. She shall bring forth
Pain. She shall pass large and squalling Babes through a small bodily
Ether won't be concocted until the 19th century. The Association of
and carnal Pleasure shall be a Form of social Control. In Fairness
also give her Eyes in the Back of her Head and great intuitive Ability.
considered Motherhood. Information seemed scant and
did not seem to reveal Facts about the Carrying of a Child, but seemed
advise many Strictures upon the Mother's Behavior. The Gist of the
Motherhood was a large Responsibility and in a Way of Thinking, an
Act; Childbirth was dangerous and could lead to the Boneyard. It was no
Task to have and raise a Child in this Day and
age. Note: Create
palatable herbal Blend as Preventative.
Zilla and Maida developed a rich History of Work Collaboration. The
their first Project had proven quite popular: Wool and Cotton that grew
myriad Colours provided Inventory for Maida's Garment
Shoppe, Flocks and
soon put their Heads together in Creation of more
Colour Spell Magick! Women came from afar and dearly paid to alter the
of their Locks. Colour played upon Women's Hair and Skin. Dramatic
flowed over Skin and Silk. Pale Women manifested Pink Hues upon their
and Lips. Their nether Parts and Fluff shone with Colours. Red Indent
covered by pink Curls seemed Candy-like. Blue Cleft sprouting white
seemed a Triangular Sky. Purple Slash adorned by Lavender Fur seemed a
Men too liked to decorate and enhance their Bodies: red and white
wrapped their Appendages. Instead of simply Colours, many requested
sporting Scenes. Art came to Life and Action as Bodies rose and
Leather Enthusiasts, they imagined many-hued Skins.
A special double-skinned Bovine might be created, which would sport
coloured and patterned outer Skins. It was a Conundrum, Persons'
to Leather. Skins in their Practicality made good Saddles and Shields
and Such, yet there existed a frivolous Need for its Texture and Smell.
Puzzlement indeed: that Persons should have an Attraction to the cured
a dead Beast!
their Workbooks were Notes of Projects; neither
Zilla nor Maida were Gossips nor Braggarts. The Bovine Leather
into the Beast's outer Skin incorporate a Fastener with Teeth on Strips
and a Sliding Piece that draws the Opening together. Use it to
harvest the Beast's Skin. Note: Use same Opener/Closer to deliver
a Toy Shoppe and Play Rooms for the Adult
Person! Create Forms of Paraphernalia for Stimulation and Satisfaction.
smooth to rough, from diminutive to biggish. Note: What Sensiform might
best-enjoyed? They wondered. Provide Entertainment for Females and
Others. Offer Scenarios for Sale. Create Imagery and Literature . . .
Zilla rose and stood in her bathing Tub, in which she sometimes flew. Its Inside sparkled and
with her flushed Skin. Looking down, her Point of View showed Breasts
biggish Feet poking forth, as if there was no Middle Ground of Belly
The Form seemed indeed a strange Sight, draped Globes from which
digited Appendages. She chuckled. Having smoked the Weed, she wondered
was a false Perception, a Hallucination! She loved smoking Cannabis and
in the Tub, as it seemed to dissolve bad Magicks of Reality, to take
Residue of negative Occurrences, as if Memories of Happenings were
her Skin. A Knocking on the Door took her from her Trance. She put on
and rushed to the Door and opened it.
Osi stood at her Threshold. "What Knockers!"
"Thank you. I had them especially made."
"Zilla, you're looking healthy."
She laughed. "Why, thank you, Osi. I'm very well. Come inside."
He passed through the Door and perused her Home: Wooden Tables and
adorned a front Room. Touches of Fabrick and Candles and Greenery
"`Tis a lovely Room you've made. I should work on my Home. What a
"Thank you. I could help you make your Home more pleasing and
Though it would cost you." Zilla and Maida performed home Beautification as a Sideline; their
however tended to change Form: a Table and four Chairs might
four Tables and a Chair!
"Now, please come back and tend to my Wall."
Zilla and Maida sat on a Hill near Maida's Pastures, the Lambs'
Droppings decorating the Grass. As Maida gazed into the Distance, Zilla
The Blancshire Gazette headline. Disorders
of Bodily Alterations and
Discolourations Disquiet Community - Be The Devil Amongst Us?
"I have an Idea! Might we use Colour Magick on the Earth, Plants and
"Maida, I think not. Not now. It wouldn't be prudent. Why don't you sew
new Garments instead?"
. . . . Dream-life and Reality plague her - yet again. Vampires!
Organised Religion! Would the Horrors never cease? . . . .