Filippa

The witch

...i half tripped outside, looked at him confused and angered, the wind was blowing violently, my hair flailing uncontrollably, my clothes stretching and seeming about to tear apart...the whispers in my head became cackles, and i began to grow afraid, the wind seemed to laugh crazily too, when i looked to the three roads that drew away from our plaza i could see someone walking down the rich houses lane...it was a short person, with long bushy and disordered grayish white hair, as the figure came closer i noticed it was an old stout fat woman, she had a long pointy and bold nose, her eyes were completely peeled open, and her mouth seemed to be frozen in a whole smile where every tooth was visible stretching from eye to eye across her face...her steps were short and hard, she dressed a cream colored loose blouse tucked in a black skirt that was kicked lightly as her black pointy shoes moved forward, several necklaces and bracelets hung around her neck and wrists, big beaded pearls and red, blue and purple stones, she had a bun visible at the top of her head but more hair fell down her short back almost touching the floor, and she wore a long black shawl that reached the floor and made me think of crow feathers...

The Sibling Movement

That would be the name of our family band.
We also liked:
*Psycho invaders
*The miraculously Cure of Zounds
*The Weird Seasons
*Olive Day
 And our aliases would be:
-Spiff
-MusicSwing 

Some of our song titles were:
-Turtle's Dream
-Train of Thought
-The "ED" Song (bed, fed, etc)
-Four Steps Away
-Fracture