Just beyond the locked door, a knock so soft, so gentle, she set her ear to the side trapped in silence, the fading song beyond the barrier sharing whispers and promises, teasing rapture, urging her to just beyond pleasure. A heartbeat scratched just beyond, it beat within, out of time, driving her to a bed where the fire glowed, the song rich with yearning where memory held her close, screams fading, love sighing just beyond the door. ©February 2018, February 2022 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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