Tari flinches at the sight. Two of the most horrific creatures she has ever seen are suckling each of the crone’s sagging breasts. They are as black as night, have pointed snouts, spiny black fur, and their two tails are coiled around each other, as in a lovers’ embrace. She recognises the eyes though – big red orbs. It is not milk they suckle, but blood, which trickles down their muzzles. She could vomit.
The hag holds out her arms, and her creatures let go of her. The snake slithers from her waist, and the two monstrosities unhook from each other and from her aged breasts. – A Consuming Darkness
I had always wanted to tell a story using my dad’s weird and scary witchcraft tales as inspiration. But when I was a child, they were not just stories – I believed them. And I wasn’t the crazy one for doing so. A lot of Zimbabweans believe in some form of witchcraft. It’s not just superstition, it’s fact. Continue reading “Inspiration Hits”