✦ The First Curse ✦

About to settle in with some nonsense on the tube, I hear something at the window.
Ugh. I set my coffee down and waddle to the screen door, listening hard…

A rustle.
A giggle.
My smirk curls up.

From the bushes, tiny voices. I put on the scowl, clear my voice, loud enough for little ears to hear:

“Who goes there??”

And with the swiftness of a serpent, I fling the door wide and turn on the blazing porch light in dramatic unison:

“BE GONE OR BE HEXED!!!” I exclaim in my meanest tone.

The neighborhood brats scatter like souls fleeing a midnight curse, and I stand in the doorway, a huge smile spreading wide across my face. "What a bitch!" they must think and I can't help but cackle to myself.

Taking that moment of triumph to inhale the night air, I lift my gaze to the sky, I see it: the moon is missing. New moon tonight. No wonder the air feels so electric. So alive. "What do you have for me universe?" I call out.

And in that shadowed moment, a thought struck me—
There must be others like me. This is too funny not to share...
There must be more bitchy witches out there!

And so, this coven has risen. The intention is set:
To unite.
To bond.
To live simpler lives where we work hard, play harder, and give zero flips.

✦ The Invitation ✦

If this story made your black little heart smirk…
If you’ve ever wanted to hex your neighbors but settle for sarcasm instead…
If you crave a circle of kindred witches who are sharp-tongued, hard-working, and unapologetically themselves—

Then welcome home.
Find your voice.
Join the circle.
Speak your truths. Share your tools. Cast your curses.

The Bitchy Witch Club is here. And so are you.