memories of the fairytale’s prince In a clearing that had lost its detail and remained only its space and existence were four children. Two boys of bronze skin and golden hair, and the other set of twins the boys both called Flower. One of the boys, louder and brash, was usually not to play with…
Tag: fantasy
Wicked Beauty of the Only Queen
A moment of recollection: Her humor, her compassion, her intellect, her passion, her love– all of it had once stemmed from her sadness. It guided her perspective and worldview. It led her actions, and it inspired the thoughts she shared aloud with me. That ache of emptiness ascended her to the stars. Now all I…
Love and Understanding | Chapter 10
rough draft of demons of their heart excerpt. a trip to town. It was the coldest night of the season, and Santhan insisted Amalla dress for it. Instead, the being had decided to wear a knee length dress of fern green and daisy white velvet that hugged the shoulders scooped at the neckline. Amalla’s new…
mind movie | poem
I play a song from my least favorite album of yours and start to drift until my lips are numb Until I’m in a new dimension, my consciousness feeding the life force of bodies and pretty flesh creatures Exploring every facet of their potential crafting every kiss I won’t get to avoid (This chorus tastes…
what could they know?
what could they if they could?
Even MORE Doodles and Sketches By a Girl Who Can’t Draw
We’ve had more time to do the things we love, so here’s some more bad drawings! If you want to see my first post of doodles and sketches, click here. Only a few of these pictures were based off of references, so the poses aren’t as dynamic. I’ll be sure to practice more poses and…
5 Apricot Summers in the City of Makanad
a fantasy contest story about summer, magic, and love ~ Before the last mammoth went extinct, a mango tree that spread across a thousand acres bloomed with a passion for enthusiastic life. Grandiose and gorgeous, the tree too had thin green stems enwrapped about its trunk bearing flowers and the small bodies of nearly born…
Ismus and the Deity of Death
A story of a demon and a cursed mortal. If nothing matters, then fall. I know you’ll just save me. I won’t. I’ve already tried a dozen times now. You won’t let me die. Would you like to gamble your life one last time? You won’t let me die. Then fall, Ismus. Somewhat intrigued? Check…
Support for Teen Authors Wanting to Self-Publish
There aren’t really any instructions when it comes to writing. People find a lot of answers or resources for the careers they are pursuing after doing a quick online search. But writing is different. Especially for teen authors. I am no expert in this field, and I would be lying if I said I knew…
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