Painful reality, a void expanding. Panic spreading, tingling. Numbness in her hands. Chaotic thoughts dwelling on society's cruel hatred. Practiced self-care took over, saved her, even when thought was lost. So many likeminded, separated, alone. Might clarity through story turn "apart" into "a way" for some? Story, a shared place, letting others know they aren't alone. ©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.