Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“The trees were full of crows and the woods were full of madmen. The pit was full of bones and her hands were full of wires.Her fingers bled where the wire ends cut her. The earliest cuts were no longer bleeding, but the edges had gone red and hot, with angry streaks running backward over... Continue Reading →
"I’ve been thinking on your situation, vague as it is to me, and I can’t help but wonder if more people are lonelier than either of us will ever know. Maybe lots of people are walking through their days, lonely as can be and believing no one understands what it’s like. That’s not a very... 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 →
"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 