In her midnight childhood, the truth she couldn’t explain, the truth that’d be her end if she did. Each thought was two, one formed in her own words, the other edited to expectations to save her life. The mirror’s image exposed the lie, so she closed her eyes to see the she that she was on the inside. ©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.