Ticking clock counting shadows, counting thoughts, counting inspiration. Her mind engaged, traveling beyond elsewhere. Tea steaming in dreamless night, in whispering silence, in thriving solitude. She listened, voices speaking from imagination. Stilled night, crafting reality, crafting lives, crafting a world. She summoned, others traveling her same words. ©November 2016, July 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.