Angels Cry
when their wings are broken as do butterflies before they die. Moon drives her brother down down down as ink washes over the blood….
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! 🖤
Four Faces
The Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
Redemption
He shouldn’t have moved. If he hadn’t have moved, he wouldn’t have died. I told him not to move. I’ve never fired a gun before.
Finding Your Voice
Voice. It’s a simple concept. Execution? Not always quite as easy. An author’s voice is unique. Even if you’ve never read beyond the first page….
Needles (Sandcastle 3.09)
My cramped fingers finally lose their hold on the porous rock. My heart hurdles into my throat. I gasp, arms pin-wheeling, flailing….
Halfway There (Sandcastle 3.07)
Halfway there. The stars upside down above the shore, also screaming in silence. Such need. Rowing, rowing, still halfway there.
Why I Write Fantasy
I’ve come to understand that writing fantasy genre fiction is my mind’s way of dreaming while awake, allowing me to observe the problems….
Welcome To the Masquerade
We all wear masks, or so I’ve been told. Intricacies fashioned of silver and gold. Painted smiles white and red will hide our troubles, our sadness, our dread.
Please Be Okay (Sandcastle 3.04)
Each boom outside makes the dishes in the china cabinet tremble. A car alarm down the street starts shrieking in rhythmic bursts….
One Wish
Charms have always been illegal. Evelyn had been well aware of the law when she stood before the stranger’s cart inspecting the wares.