Checking the Fairy Tree

I was nineteen when I wrote this story, and as a writer it is about my primal landscape. My primal … More

Running with the Wolves: Part Three

The autumn evening before The Hunt Demelsa sat just outside of the den, gazing up at the moon. Her physical … More

In the late summer her mother walked up to her, licked her ear, and said, “You are stronger now and … More

Walking with a dance in her steps imprinted in the snow behind her, she flowered into a bound and twirl. … More

In the past I would worry I was not the one you adore Now I’m frightened that I don’t love … More

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Passing Memory in the Night Wind fleeting rushes with the witch through night Faces pass…

Moonlight cast the sand in silver light. Whispering waves rushed up the shore and retreated, softly rustling away, leaving a … More

Erhart opened the door of his cottage and noticed that he had left the door unlocked. “Blow,” he muttered at … More

He kicked the stand up and took off furiously pedalling forwards through the pouring rain. Cool drops fell against his … More

And so, when the wind rose, chilling Erhart, he dragged his black boots heavily scratching across the pavement. He shivered … More

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