The Ivy Window
I hate him for that night, because his lips turned my gray world to color for the first time. His hands and touch were why the women paraded in front of me never appealed.
Kathryn Thornwood
Just like an ankle
Think of your brain the way you think of your ankle.
The Stag
"I will help you." I don't promise to save the voice. They sound so small and so afraid. I do not have healing herbs nor magic like Mama. All I have is myself; I hope that's enough.
The Beast that Devoured the Internet
So the beast ate the internet, digesting the individual pieces curated and created with love.
An Ode to Éowyn
Éowyn is a strong-willed survivor, who had shut herself off and shielded her heart from any who would try to open it. She earned revere in her own right by destroying an enemy beyond all but the very strongest (even possibly Gandalf). And then she met her match...
A storyteller
I want to tell stories, and I have wanted to tell stories since I was a child on a playground. I am a storyteller.