Shades of thoughts raining, settling as glistening behind the chaos, within her mind, connected to her spirit, to her soul. Breaths in and out, but none she could recall, the moment timeless because there was no moment at all. Thoughts threading a weave, a background faded, neutrality, meaningful and meaningless, her everything when it became nothing. ©August 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.