Her dream balance tipped, spilled into her waking hours, opening her eyes, not to mystery, but to a reality possessing no tolerance for creative minds like hers. Her consciousness screamed, keenly aware that her creative mind had no business being trapped, chained to a desk, abused in that place where all imaginations go to die. ©June 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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