It burst forth, molten hot. Anger! Every hurt. Every cruelty inflicted. Each time she was abandoned. In its wake, a question. Whispering waves. What was she doing? Reliving the past was letting them hurt her forever. The tears dried. She searched the moment. Her center returned. Balance. In the now, in the calm place was where purpose existed. ©October 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.