Tag Archives: Christina Anne Hawthorne

Vistanna

She was the shade, she was the shadow, she harvested the twilight and the sunrise. She was half light, half darkness, existing in a place that was and never was. She wrote upon luminescence, the night sky her instrument, reveling … Continue reading

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The Reality of Lingering Side Effects

Let me, at the start, state that I’ve not had Covid-19. Given my health, if I had you wouldn’t be reading this. At the same time, there seems to be a lot of dismissiveness when it comes to the risks … Continue reading

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Sonata

A clock’s whisper, its pendulum swinging. A candle’s flame dancing, swaying. Sonata Pathétique. Each movement moving my soul, no more need I know. Your touch upon the keys to my heart beating. Fire burning deep, deeper, awaiting release. Waiting, anticipating … Continue reading

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Night Editing

She was editing around encroaching sleep, shifting words on an alphabet sea. Dreams. Visions. Fantasy. The lone surviver in a shipwrecked story, tossing words overboard in allegory. Fogged. Caffeinated. Solitary. How long before her wavering gaze failed to linger? How … Continue reading

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Fabric

Peace. Clock ticking. A stranger clears his throat. Cars pass by. A plane overhead. Clouds, wind-borne, flee twilights end. Incense. Evening tea. Candle casting shadows. The flame gives light, the gesture genuine, not fake. All woven, a fabric, stronger in … Continue reading

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Daydreaming Anthologies

It’s fun to toss ideas around. Daydreaming is a part of this writing thing we do. Dream the dream, then pursue it. In my case, there are lots of ideas to toss around given my prolificacy. I blame it on … Continue reading

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America Dystopia

Looking back, she should’ve wept sooner, should’ve recognized her heart’s truth, that it was the thugs and criminals in power who were enabling the poison. She should’ve known, should’ve understood, that when someone casually ignores death, they’ve no respect for … Continue reading

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Time to Save Ourselves

Behind each “can’t” is the truth that is “won’t,” a power that answers to “don’t.” Leaders who don’t lead tell those in need, they shouldn’t, knowing what they could share they wouldn’t. Absolutely, positively, it’s time we stopped listening. It’s … Continue reading

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My Unplanned YA Novel

The longer I write the more often I unintentionally end up with a finished product that was never planned or bears little resemblance to my original idea. Others might argue that it’s some instinctive, subconscious ability born of experience and … Continue reading

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Kasaria

She’d languished in emotional oppression. When would it end? It was a question she always asked. She’d fought the longing, and longed to fight. Then it happened… waking with memories not her own and too many questions. Touched by magic, … Continue reading

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