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Childhood memories never die...

An annual poem for my favorite season.

'His aura traps me here. I am bound to him. Until he moves on, I will remain here forever.'

A BRAND NEW short story!

Eighteen A Short Story Comprised of Three Parts PART ONE It was a quiet day in the woods. Nature was making its transition ..

Where is happily ever after in a world with so much darkness?

Prologue I was born Kristina Anne Melrose, but now I am just Risten. Once upon a time, I was an ordinary girl. Ever sinc..

Chapter One Risten ran as far away from the village as she could before she broke down, sobbing herself sick. She collapsed besi..

Chapter Two Awake. It’s over. It was all just a dream. Trembling violently, Risten sat up in bed. Her hair was soak..

Chapter Three When Risten woke, the sun was shining brightly through the trees. It must have been nearing noon. Risten sighed and nuz..