I carry this with me. Every waking moment. Every chilling nightmare. Every occasional pleasant dream….
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.