The horizon behind her eyes, her vision there, her true self inside waving in the distance. Visible. Almost in reach. Clarity was calm. Distractions passed through. Knowing the truth, what she must do. Certainty urged mind climbing to thrive. She needed to be— No! She WAS strong enough, determined. She'd pass by material emptiness to reach her horizon. ©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.