Tag: Rose

Farewell 2016

Farewell 2016

Part of me can’t believe it’s time to write my Christmas Hiatus post already; the part of me that’s still back in February, fresh back from watching Deadpool, before the year got super crazy. The rest of me is ready to get off the wild ride that 2016 has been and is hoping that next …

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In Love and Trust

In Love and Trust

The pathetic little creature had been stalking him for about forty minutes now, darting beneath the nearest cover every time he half-turned his head. It seemed to be under the impression that hiding its face was enough to keep him from noticing the brightly colored legs shivering in the cold and wind. If not for …

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A Modern Fantasy Setting

A Modern Fantasy Setting

I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of a fantasy world that made it to modern times. Not quite the same as urban fantasy, which tends to be our world with magical elements tossed in. More like a high fantasy world whose ancient empires never fell. A world where it makes sense for a warrior …

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I Trust Your Judgment

I Trust Your Judgment

With a mighty yawn, the tawny-colored cat stretched, letting his claws slip free of their sheaths, though he was careful not to catch them on any of his mistress’s blankets. He was tempted, for a moment, to curl back into the sunbeam, which had shifted a few inches since last he stirred, and return to …

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Short and Sweet

Short and Sweet

The day this goes live, my little brother will have just finished saying his vows. I will be fresh back from a whirlwind trip to the states (probably and hopefully deeply asleep). I’m sure it was a lovely wedding (though I’m writing in this in the past, so I don’t yet have details). In any …

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Nightmare

Nightmare

A sea of tall grass swayed in the stiff breeze. Colored blossoms bobbed and danced between the stalks, bright splotches of color like dots of paint still wet from the artists’ brush. Sunlight filled a sky empty of clouds and bluer than she’d ever seen. On the corner of her vision, Domerin Lorcasf stooped to …

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In Dreams

In Dreams

They came to her in dreams. Names and voices, images and events. Without context, they flooded the quiet hours of the night, leaving her to sort through them in the morning. To find meaning and act upon it. Just last night, a young man with hazy features attending her court spoke the title ‘mother’ in …

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