We thought we had a chance, we thought we’d survive, but when the clawed fuzzies attacked they wouldn’t be denied. Coming in the dead of night purring bewitching sounds, before we could escape they groomed and pulled us down. Some hid from the alluring mews and prickly paws, but there was no escaping the fuzzies sporting claws. ©October 2016, March 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.