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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

Children's Story, Fairies, Fairy Story, Fantasy, Primal Landscape, Romantic Literature, Short Story

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

Fiction, Running with the Wolves, Wolves

Running with the Wolves: Part Two

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

Fiction, Running with the Wolves, Wolves

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

Fantasy, Fiction, Wolves

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

Anorexia Nervosa, art, Drawing, Mental Illness, Painting, Poem, Poetry, Romance, Sunrise, Sunset, The Statue of Ice, Winter

Passing Memory in the Night

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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

Ending, Fantasy, Fiction, Sea Nymph, Tesauro

Tesauro: Part Nine

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

Fantasy, Fiction, Mermaid, Publishing, Tesauro

Tesauro: Part Eight

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

Fantasy, Fiction, Nymph, Tesauro

Tesauro: Part Seven

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

Fantasy, Fiction, ghost, Tesauro

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