Do not fall in love with a writer. They can paint with colors that you have never heard of before, and create new worlds with one strong emotion. They have a heart that outstrips any fuel source, and is full of butterflies and frustration. They come alive in the early hours of morning, when […]
and you’ve never tasted the Universe until you count the stars that have settled in your irises, and match them to hers; there is harmony within their fingers, tracing black and white down their temples ancient symbols of becoming one whole and you would never have guessed, never seen it coming, if she had told […]
This is a fanfiction I’ve been writing loosely, and is based on Cyberpunk 2077. This small series contains spoilers for the game Cyberpunk 2077, as well as some violence. V. Living legend of Night City, Heywood born and bred, a street kid to a fault, and the best damn merc the Afterlife has seen. She’s […]
Finding Serendiipitii is the blog of my good friend Ashley-Gallaher-Pollard and filled with her poems and other musings. Follow the link below and LIKE her site to be sure you don’t miss any of her offerings.
I left the table and slipped another glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray as it glided by.
I better slow up on these or I’ll be all over Dinlas later, I thought as I took a sip. Then I shrugged.
There’s worse things to do tonight.
I could feel Hekate before I ever saw her, and I followed her magic to the center of the hall where she was surrounded by enraptured staff and a fascinated Viridios. A beautiful dagger rested in her hand, the handle fashioned in the shape of an ornate key. She twirled it around her finger, making some of the staff flinch horribly, until she tossed it in the air, high above their heads. A collective gasp came from the spectators, and it landed with a satisfying hiss into its sheath on her hip. Enthusiastic applause followed as Hekate took a swig of something dark…
I am a gallery, long floored and wide brimmed no footsteps from tourists have padded these halls, signs suggesting an escape from my reality are nonexistent.these white-washed walls stand at attentionfor my eyes only; examining the lives I livedmany moons before. The doors […]
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