The dream unfolded with a dream, the kind she couldn't share because girl's like her weren't allowed to exist. Her dream threatened to die a dream, hatred assaulting her because she was deemed unworthy of love. The dream survived as a dream, her heart undying because they couldn't silence the place she called hope. ©September 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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