Stranded

Originally posted on Midnight Dreamscapes:
https://thatfroninja.ca/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/angel-silva-rvseocyhw7y-unsplash-1.jpg Photo by Angel Silva on Unsplash. I awoke to a pounding headache and the fresh – though nauseating – smell of golden tequila. Small, brittle cubes of glassy earth coated my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I crunched bits of sand between my teeth before my eyes…

Mae-Day (prologue)

“… a ball of fire on the darkening horizon.”

The Never Nursery

I let my brush do most of the work and responded to what it was saying to me. Gentle… gentle… now take the lead…

the rose.

Emily sat with her back against a gravestone, looking out over the cliff and the sea to the darkening horizon. Something inside of her told her that none of it was right… that she was alone and there was no hope left. The crystal blue waves crashed loudly among the rocks on the shore and […]