Tainted Wings - Chapter Eight There was a brush of something across her cheek. Hekate tried reached up to flick whatever it was away, but as she tried to lift her arm she found it was trapped. Something was holding her wrist. Its grip was firm as she tried to resist. Her chest began… Continue Reading →
The Scars of the Child Dreamer
Scarred by life's challenges There are some things he cannot speak aloud Some words that he cannot see His language marred by the Fade Damaged by the chaos The cursed words changed yet unseen Never the same Fate took them away The Child Dreamer
Death is an Old Friend
Recently, I was asked by a friend for some help on a script he was writing. We spent hours discussing the plot and what emotion he was trying to invoke from his audience. This lead to an interesting thought. My experience in life has altered my reaction to things differently than most.