Dreamscape house, a sliver of narrow, mirror to mirror on a one way life, the way behind reflecting her choices. Misplaced plans falling upon unsettled gazes, searching with hands grasping again and again, never surrendering, forever forging ahead. Time reflecting darkness, the way unlit, resolve becoming clarity the harder she tried in a waking world where she dreamed until she got it right. ©August 2015, May 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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