There shouldn't be edges in the world, she wanted to align them, better that life be wild, all the world curves. There shouldn't be strings, you know, strings hanging off things, stealing her sleep till they were trimmed. There shouldn't be switches —on and off— awaiting her fingers, when one switch was enough, the one that turned her compulsions off. ©November 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.