There was a point along the road when she realized the truth, that being different was going to have to do. Chasing dead ends was a cul-de-sac of indifference, where frigid embraces bore no resemblance to acceptance. She’d waste no more time chasing what others wouldn’t give, she’d count happiness milestones where she chose to live. ©January 2018, February 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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