Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart." 11/22/63 by Stephen King 11/22/63 has been on my shelf for quite some time. I knew I... Continue Reading →
"My name means fairy tale, which is fitting for the daughter of a storyteller who was once the North Wind. I was born in the winter in the midst of a howling snowstorm, sheltered from snow by a reindeer-skin tent and the fierce warmth of my parents' love. My mother laughed and my father cried,... Continue Reading →
"There once was a girl,” he murmured, “clever and good, who tarried in shadow in the depths of the wood. There also was a King—a shepherd by his crook, who reigned over magic and wrote the old book. The two were together, so the two were the same: “The girl, the King… and the monster... Continue Reading →
"I turned my palms up, testing the silver cuffs around my wrists. Though the cuffs were invisble to any eye but mine, it had taken a long time for my paranoia to ease whenever someone's idle gaze lingered on my wrists. They flexed with my movement, a second skin over my own. Only my trapped... Continue Reading →
"Taesia Lastrider had never considered herself a good person, nor did she have any intention of becoming one. She was fine with that. Beyond the confines of her House's villa, she was freer to do whatever she wanted. Be whoever she wanted.The last breath of summer's heat coiled around her as she shifted in the... Continue Reading →
"The released bellowing of the crowd is a wave hitting the stage, crashing down from the surrounding darkness.Exhilaration courses through me at the sound. They're unique, these eternal moments before a match truly begins. Blood pounding. Fighting to keep my breathing steady. Not sure whether it's excitement or fear that's heightening every sense, making my... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 