In the late summer her mother walked up to her, licked her ear, and said, “You are stronger now and … More
Author: Stell R Star
I wish to be a writer.
Running with the Wolves: Part One
Walking with a dance in her steps imprinted in the snow behind her, she flowered into a bound and twirl. … More
The Statue of Ice
In the past I would worry I was not the one you adore Now I’m frightened that I don’t love … More
Passing Memory in the Night
Originally posted on A Dream of Writing:
Passing Memory in the Night Wind fleeting rushes with the witch through night Faces pass…
Tesauro: Part Ten
Moonlight cast the sand in silver light. Whispering waves rushed up the shore and retreated, softly rustling away, leaving a … More
Tesauro: Part Nine
Erhart opened the door of his cottage and noticed that he had left the door unlocked. “Blow,” he muttered at … More
Tesauro: Part Eight
He kicked the stand up and took off furiously pedalling forwards through the pouring rain. Cool drops fell against his … More
Tesauro: Part Seven
And so, when the wind rose, chilling Erhart, he dragged his black boots heavily scratching across the pavement. He shivered … More
Tesauro: Part Six
Erhart gazed up at the red sky blazing above, slightly propped up against a log. He felt weak. All of … More
Tesauro: Part Five
Her ocean-blue eyes flooded with tears. She tried to speak. As if she were choking, her hand clutched at her … More
