Lady of the House, Part 1
…she slowly glided down the stairs. No contact was made between her feet and the staircase. The silence of her approach was deafening.
A Witch’s Curse
Darkness and the urge to inflict pain were creeping into her psyche. She didn't know where it was coming from or what to do with it.
Waiting In The Flowers, A Mournful Poem
A poem I wrote after my Nanny’s passing, to honor her.
Into The Light
As soon as he entered the room, she felt off. His energy was deep, almost alluring. She felt drawn to him but also wary of him all at once.
The Encounter
Don’t be troubled by that inexplicable sense of dread you feel, my friend. Be troubled if you’ve never felt it.
A Brush With Darkness
“I’m constantly surprised by how invigorating it is to be in your presence, my innocent little Light Witch. I find myself counting the moments until we can be near each other again.” Richard stared intently at Krystal as he spoke, as if his stare alone could pull her into his arms.
A Fairy’s Tale
A blackened figure arose from between the table and the bed, slowly and menacingly…
Inside the Writing of Parade of Nightmares
This inside scoop is for people who’ve already read Parade of Nightmares by Cynthia Seer. If you wondered how she came up with this stuff, the answers are within this post…
The Chosen
She is everything. Her innocence draws him to her. How can he resist? Or does he even really want to?
Innocence Taken
With eyes as red as fire and red hair down to her backside now, Josephine stomped toward the surprised men, each step commanding more respect than the last.
Triskaidekaphobia
“Before her vision went black, she saw the number display brightly showing the number 13…”