Growing up, told, "No," or told, they really didn't care, and so, she took advantage of neglect, dared to dream, to imagine possible the impossible. Threatened men angered, for them she dumbed down, ending opinions with, "I don't know," when she did, her true thoughts envisioning possible the impossible. Disapproval, so easy to find, some frowning, some carrying stones, it led to isolation, to hiding in plane sight, to spending time making possible the impossible. ©August 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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