The Omen Coven
by Ally Pyx
I couldn't escape my visions, so I turned them into stories.
I dream of lands that feel as real as the waking world. And I'm convinced that they are.
They're like memories threatening to drive me insane until I acknowledge them.
My stories are an attempt to pull these realities down from the ether.
Every character, every place, every feeling they evoke.
Dragged down to earth by someone stubborn.
How very human of me.
ok, but what the hell is this?
stories
A series of fantasy stories about witches, alternate dimensions, the unbearable weight of being alive, and love.
characters
A growing coven of characters from all kinds of backgrounds. Queer witches being happy, messy, human, and full of wonder.
community
A place to connect over creative spirituality, practical magic, mythology, astrology, and the captivating world of dreams.
philosophy
A manifestation of radical kindness, persevering love, the beauty in death, the deeply silly, and the little things.
landline
A way of keeping myself alive by telling my little stories and sharing my silly dreams. Because life gets rough, and magic gets us through it.
perhaps the meaning of life is to love & do witchcraft.
like Cassandra, but mexican
Alejandra
by all intents & purposes
it makes no sense that I'm alive.
yet here I am.
An umbilical chord, a flight of stairs, a guy with a tiny gun, another flight of stairs, sheer statistics, my own head, and so many flights of stairs. These are some of the reasons I should be dead by now. But I lived to tell the tale. A tale that feels like the cheesy writing of an indie movie most of the time. But my story nevertheless.
I'm from Tijuana. Hands down one of the most surreal places in this world. And not Starry Night surreal. More like "high on salvia in the middle of a beat up bar with saw dust on the floor and water filled caguamas" surreal. It's equal parts cartoonishly ridiculous, and downright A24 terrifying.
And if you also grew in the shadows. You know how scary it is. How many monsters hide in there. How many dangers you survived. How many more you will. It's not easy, and it isn't fair. But it is real.
But darkness is more than fear. It's those things that are fun and wrong. It's enjoying the freedom brought by night. The moments when you spill your guts out and let out your most hidden secrets. Not with shame, but with raw honesty.
It's also where love lives. That deep unwavering love that stays despite the trauma, and the trap of cynicism. A love that "shines brightest in the dark," like that episode of Avatar (as in the last airbender, not that blue alien version of Disney's Pocahontas)
Oh, yes. This was an About Me. Here are some things:
I was in a bunch of local singing contests. Not because I thought I was a good singer, but because I like singing and wanted to bond with others who shared the passion.
In high-school I found out that being bi was a thing, and I immediately went: "Is that what this is?!"
A man tried to mug me once in a crowded place. And I wasn't understanding the interaction. So he pulled a knife on me. Then I looked around like: "are y'all seeing this?" But no one was. So I tapped this other guy on the shoulder and was like "this man is mugging me." And the guy was like "???" and then I ran away.
Another time, a guy tried to mug me while I was parking. And, once again, I didn't understand what was happening. So he pulled a gun on me. A voice in my head told me to hit the gas. So I pulled a Fast & the Furious TJ Drill on him. And shots were fired, while Cake's "Frank Sinatra" was blaring on the background.
I found out I'm autistic, and got diagnosed as an adult. Which in hindsight kind of explains the way my mugging stories went down.
I am the collection of all my silly, sometimes traumatizingly unlikely stories.
I am the daughter of the best people I know.
Una Tijuanera de la Zona Este.
The mom friend with codependency issues.
In a love-hate relationship with the spotlight.
The astrology girl that will steal your girlfriend.
La curandera con un té para ese dolor de panza.
an illustrator,
writer, witch.
