The siblings spent the first leg of their quest getting as far away from Rabenreich as possible. Their well-meaning parents would have sent out the army as soon as they realized they were missing. If the Princess was found (the brothers being birds provided them with some disguise), she would be imprisoned in the castle … Continue reading The Curse of 13: a re-telling of the 12 brothers part 10
Author: Ashley Mae
I almost burned down my apartment Trying to erase the final traces Of the mistakes that I’ve made. But my memories only fade, Like the stupid line tattoo That took a year to remove. What’s been written can’t be changed. Stains in ink as black as sin, on the page and on my skin. Washed … Continue reading Stained Past
Neighbors- a flash-fictions urban fantasy I must have missed the moving truck, but I saw lights in the windows last night. Since I moved into the neighborhood 2 years ago, that house has been dark. I could only assume that someone moved in, but I’m not the kind of person who brings a casserole to … Continue reading Neighbors
The Virtual Vault: Why I don’t post my best writing.
I don't post my best writing. My favorite poems, short stories, and the pages from my unfinished novels never meet fresh eyes. I tell myself that I need to "save them", but what am I saving them for? I pretend that one day I might publish them, weeks and then years pass and they remain … Continue reading The Virtual Vault: Why I don’t post my best writing.
In The Spring
Everyone I love leaves in the spring. Melting away with the winter snow, Floating away on the wind Like stone fruit flowers. Just as life begins, Something else ends.
Snowdrops and Spring Spirits
Last spring I was in low spirits. I woke up on March morning after a mocking dream, reminding me of all I had lost in a past I couldn't change. I was shaken by the nightmare, as I hadn't had a dream about that particular subject in years. It wasn't until I was pouring my … Continue reading Snowdrops and Spring Spirits
A Journey through Journals: exploring my past through my old journals.
I have completed 17 journals between 2005 and 2022. I started journaling when I was 11 years old, though I did not start writing with regularity until college. It was an activity that was highly encouraged by my family. Every year at Christmas we would all receive a blank journal, and my mother led by … Continue reading A Journey through Journals: exploring my past through my old journals.
A Sprinkling of Nutmeg
Warm, woody and hearty; Like the old dinner table, Taking center stage in an ancestral home. Strong, full, and nurturing; Like a wise woman’s words. Ancient knowledge, preserved through time. Sweet, layered, and addictive Like a lover’s first kiss. It taste’s unparalleled, but beware the dose.
The Curse of 13: a re-telling of the 12 brothers- part 9
Part 9: “Johannes?! Emil?! Hans?!” Felicie ran through the forest calling for her brothers, pitcher and flowers lay abandoned at the boundary. “Franz?! Al?!” She continued franticall. “Please, someone answer me!” She was half blinded by panic and tears. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Please, be alright!” She didn’t understand what happened. All she did … Continue reading The Curse of 13: a re-telling of the 12 brothers- part 9
Homecoming: putting down roots after a life of leaving
I don't know where to call home. My family has always been nomadic. We move wherever opportunity takes us, rarely staying anywhere for more than a few years. We've always lived with the understanding that fortune favors the flexible, so those of us born without fortune's favor had to find it. So, we chased stability … Continue reading Homecoming: putting down roots after a life of leaving