Battle For a Man’s Heart: Chapter 1
~ by Hannah Skipper A bitter northwest wind ripped through the countryside, from the Ettin mountains all the way to the coast. It slashed through trees, tore off limbs, and uprooted underbrush along its route,…
~ by Hannah Skipper A bitter northwest wind ripped through the countryside, from the Ettin mountains all the way to the coast. It slashed through trees, tore off limbs, and uprooted underbrush along its route,…
I am a vision seeker I look with true sight I am the son of the West wind I am the rustle of the leaves I am the great whisper I am a pool of…
There is a balance and difference within the world, sometimes subtle, sometimes extremely apparent. For instance, the sun and moon – both needed to light up the sky and illuminate creation, but seen at opposite…
By Jocelyne Ross Word Count: 429 Rating: G Summary: While Joyce lies comatose, she relives her life with her husband and family, as they try to wake her up. Early one morning, in the first…
By Alku04 Word Count: 3143 Rating: G Summary: Arwen's brothers take a break during an orc-hunt before the events of The Lord of the Rings. The wind blew casually in the bright afternoon sun, playing with…
Footfalls echoed through the cold stone chamber; the muffled sound of heavy skirts dragged across the floor. Expressionless, unseeing eyes watched the women, as Sansa strode the now familiar passages of her family’s crypts. As…
I. From quarantined hallways made of mirrors reflecting myself to my wretched self, ranks of diseased waxworks insulated in fungous layers of malfunctioning freedom and feeding on the festering luxury of despair, from stagnant residue…
Where do we go, oh, when our prayers are answered? Where do we go, oh, when our prayers are answered, but the answer is no? Lindsey Stirling and Carah Faye ask a good question in…
By Jocelyne Ross Word Count: 340 Rating: G Summary: While Joyce lies comatose, she relives her life with her husband and family, as they try to wake her up. It is a gentle touch this…
By Linda Fay Word Count: 281 Rating: G Summary: A poem about the permanence of things Is this then the end of Muscari armeniacum? It is coming time To close your eyes on hyacinths. But…
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