A vignette exploring the relationship between my antagonist Azar and his slave Rayven behind the scenes of A Fallen Hero….
Flash fiction: “Mama was addicted to cigarettes in the same way I was addicted to matches…..”
Smiling strangers and even a few familiar faces strolling by tell me there is no rain—it’s all in my head….
You liken my intricacies to that of a satin rose, but I am not so fragile, so easily frostbitten, picked apart….
Throwback to my first Sandcastle writing prompt on October 5, 2015. “Without touching it, I know the gate’s coldness will bite….”
Calling all writers! I started a story, and I’m looking for guest writers to finish it. Add a sentence, or add a page, however the writing muse moves you….
We are descended from a beautiful lineage, but most of us don’t remember. Call them fairies, call them angels, or even call them demons….
I dwell in the dark. Art is for admiration; no one cares for a blank canvas.
I don’t know what possessed me to come see you. I, who held you all my life inside my hands and thought they were empty.
My cramped fingers finally lose their hold on the porous rock. My heart hurdles into my throat. I gasp, arms pin-wheeling, flailing….