Deleted Scene I (War of the Realms)
To celebrate 1,000 followers on Twitter and 200 on Facebook, I’m thrilled to present a deleted chapter called “Phantom and the Werewolf.”
Sara A. Noë
I'm an award-winning fantasy author, artist, and photographer from La Porte, Indiana. My poetry, short fiction, and memoir works have been featured in various anthologies and journals since 2005, and several of my poems are available in the Indiana Poetry Archives. The first three novels in my Chronicles of Avilésor: War of the Realms series have received awards from Literary Titan.
After some time working as a freelance writer, I was shocked by how many website articles are actually written by paid "ghost writers" but published under the byline of a different author. It was a jolt seeing my articles presented as if they were written by a high-profile CEO or an industry expert with decades of experience. I'll be honest; it felt slimy and dishonest. I had none of the credentials readers assumed the author of the article actually had. Ghost writing is a perfectly legal, astonishingly common practice, and now, AI has entered the playing field to further muddy the waters. It's hard to trust who (or what) actually wrote the content you'll read online these days.
That's not the case here at On The Cobblestone Road. I do not and never will pay a ghost writer, then slap my name on their work as if I'd written it. This website is 100% authentic. No outsourcing. No ghost writing. No AI-generated content. It's just me... as it should be.
If you would like to support my work, check out the Support The Creator page for more information. Thank you for finding my website! 🖤
After some time working as a freelance writer, I was shocked by how many website articles are actually written by paid "ghost writers" but published under the byline of a different author. It was a jolt seeing my articles presented as if they were written by a high-profile CEO or an industry expert with decades of experience. I'll be honest; it felt slimy and dishonest. I had none of the credentials readers assumed the author of the article actually had. Ghost writing is a perfectly legal, astonishingly common practice, and now, AI has entered the playing field to further muddy the waters. It's hard to trust who (or what) actually wrote the content you'll read online these days.
That's not the case here at On The Cobblestone Road. I do not and never will pay a ghost writer, then slap my name on their work as if I'd written it. This website is 100% authentic. No outsourcing. No ghost writing. No AI-generated content. It's just me... as it should be.
If you would like to support my work, check out the Support The Creator page for more information. Thank you for finding my website! 🖤
Tribute To Teachers
I would like to pause and thank the select group of teachers who inspired me to learn and grow into the writer I am today….
Slam Poetry: Resurrection
Wandering blind with no direction, too long you’ve been injecting rejection into my thoughts—correction—my heart….
Glory of the Snow (Sandcastle 4.15)
It’s not enough. There is nothing in this world I could give you to fill the abyss of your suffering. It’s like trying to fill a hole to the center of the earth….
Reality Check
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to meet the character you’d created in a story? Addie is about to find out.
Celestial Alphabet (Sandcastle 3.14)
Ancient river curls like a snake unfurling in the morning sun. The fallen angel kneels in silt and strokes quilted reflections….
The Red Pen: My Experience With the Inkwell Council
I have to say the hardest part of writing a novel is not, actually, writing your novel. It’s editing it.
The Real Reason Moths Are Drawn To Flames (Sandcastle 4.16)
I dwell in the dark. Art is for admiration; no one cares for a blank canvas.
Why Is Depression So Prominent Among Artists?
I am in no way implying that depression is necessary or encouraged in any way….
The Road Ne’er Traveled
A wood of gold where winds whisper tales ne’er told of young and old. I stand alone. A fork has stopped my wandering feet….