On her knees begging for acceptance, her heart's depth her nakedness, the essence possessed was her lifeforce laid bare. Learning two reactions, those who turned away, those who faded, fading took time, the scars left behind draining her soul. Oh how they'd tried to strangle her with scorn, to wither her caring, yet, when her heart broke she offered the world the other half. ©November 2019, December 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.