Her journey, taken alone, the haters screaming, others deserting, condemning, threatening, those promising support fading away, each one blinking out one by one. Maybe, just maybe, the fear was a blessing in fisted disguise, a caution, warning, inspiration to escape the intolerance, find a place where hatred happened elsewhere. ©September 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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