#4 – The Tale of Willow the Wicked Witch

Alisha Towers - Willow the Wicked Witch

Once upon a time, there lived a Wicked Witch named Willow. Willow didn’t feel very wicked, and what good was being a Wicked Witch if you didn’t feel like being wicked? While the other Wicked Witches went about their wicked ways, Willow had other reasons for taking part in their nightly tricks and activities. When they went out to scare young children who were trying to go to sleep, Willow would sneak back into their bedrooms and leave them a sweet or two. When they swapped street signs around the neighbourhood to cause chaos throughout the night and into the morning, Willow would stay behind and make them correct again. When they tried to swap the sun for the moon and the moon for the sun, Willow would make sure everybody slept or stayed awake just long enough to make things right again.

One night, before their night of trickery started, Willow was called to meet with Winter, the wickedest of all the witches. When Willow arrived, she noticed Winter’s long, silvery hair playfully dancing on its own while she sat cross-legged with her eyes closed on the cold, stone floor. Winter opened her eyes one at a time, first revealing her dark blue eye, followed by her light green eye. There was a long pause before she spoke. “We witches,” said Winter, “Must work together if we are to continue to enjoy the life we have for as long as we can. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” replied Willow.
Winter stared at Willow. “I am not sure that you do. You see, I have been watching you and I know you are hiding your true self from us. For this, there must be a punishment.”

Willow bowed down to the mighty Witch, lifted her head and looked up into her hypnotic eyes. “If what you say is true, then you must also tell me what I have done wrong.”
“Your actions reveal your thoughts, young Willow, and your actions bring us shame.”
Willow thought about this for a moment. “And, why should your shame be placed above mine?” she asked bravely. Standing suddenly, Winter summonsed her broomstick with an outstretched hand and quickly snatched Willow from the ground before flying with her above the Land of The Witches.
“Witches are born to be wicked, Willow. If you are not wicked, then you are not a witch and you do not belong here.”
“But you have shown me kindness since my birth, Winter, meaning there is more to being a witch than simple wickedness. You would know there are others like me down there. I cannot be the only one.”
“And they will be banished, too!” replied Winter.
Willow could think of very few things worse than being banished from her home, so she cast a spell using all of the wickedness she had inside of her, summoned her own broomstick and pushed Winter to the far reaches of the Land of the Witches. Winter fought back as hard as she could but she could feel herself being pushed closer to banishment herself.
“What is it that you want?” cried Winter.
“Just as your kindness towards me has turned to hate, so must my hatred of you turn to kindness.”
“And so it shall be!” replied Winter.

Willow released her spell and the two witches returned home. Together they ruled The Land of the Witches forever more. One mostly wicked and one mostly kind, both for the love of witches everywhere.


My name is Gregg Savage and, every night when the house is quiet, I write and publish a free children’s story at dailytales.com.au for you to share and enjoy.


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