Oh yes, oh my, another day to pretend, another day to lie. Did I shut off the stove and all that stuff? Did I bury the bodies deep enough? Oh my, oh gee, must not let on, let them see. No one realizes the evil deeds I do, except maybe those doing evil deeds too. Uh-oh, egads, starting to sweat now and all that jazz. I think they know or at least suspect my car isn't laden with grocery sacks. Oh wow, no way, gotta run, get away. Heading for the border before I'm dead, before they hear the voices in my head. Oh shoot, too late, they have me surrounded on the interstate. I'd like to think they're my friends, but all those guns mean a different end. ©October 2017, 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.
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