Hester was already tired, and the night had just begun. The sun had sunk almost completely below the horizon, and she could barely see where she was going. The full moon had already risen and reflected pale yellow light onto the steep grassy hills. Cemeteries were always surrounded by tall grassy mounds with a smaller … More An Ancient Chapter in Need of Revision
I will not be fettered. The proverbial “man” shall not reign over me. My life and my creativity will not be wasted. My whole life I have tossed coins into fountains hoping to be in a position of creativity. Magic-infused water has always been in short supply. I will be my own catalyst. Today is … More An Old Thing I Might have Written?