I used to be afraid of color. Afraid that if I dressed to bright, or wore my makeup to bold that everyone would see the person hiding behind the mask of curated neutrality.
John’s hands were burned, his fingertips were blistered from their brief contact with the poisoned bridal shirt before he threw it in the fire. How he had managed to find the dexterity necessary to draw the poisoned splinter from Marigold’s chest was a mystery to him. The court panicked around him, calling for his arrest … Continue reading The King’s Beloved John: A Faithful John Re-telling part 7
The old raven, as loyal to the princess as he was to her mother before, had followed his mistress to the sea. Once he was assured of the Princess’s safety with her new husband, he flew back to the palace in hopes of learning of Midas's plan. It was many days before he returned, exhausted … Continue reading The King’s Beloved John: A Faithful John Retelling Part 6
I am a woman- not just a womb. I can create with my love, but also create with my hands. I can build, and grow, and shape, and make; I am prolific as the Earth. I am a woman- not just a potential mother. I have a heart full of love. And I do love … Continue reading I Am a Woman
Part 1: HERE Part 2: HERE Part 3: HERE Part 4: HERE Princess Marigold received permission from her father to visit the market. King Midas readily agreed to any activity that would separate his daughter from visiting men, and as King Franz would be leaving soon, he could begin to relax his guard. Therefore, the … Continue reading The King’s Beloved John: A Faithful John Retelling- Part 5
Part 1: HERE Part 2: HERE Part 3: HERE Princess Marigold was kept away from King Franz whenever possible, kept busy with duties in the kitchens or sent away to her room. Her father, King Midas, also elected to keep his visitor King Franz by his side whenever possible. Through these arrangements, he severely limited … Continue reading The King’s Beloved John: a faithful John Retelling Part 4
The storm covered much of the country- a last cry of clinging winter. Snow lighted on half-bloomed buds and winds shook the branches of the cherry tree until soft petals and snowflakes danced together toward the ground.
If you asked me 5 years ago, I would have said I wasn’t creative. There were many reasons why I felt that way, but they all simmered down to 1 thing: I didn’t feel like I deserved to do so. It is an unspoken rule that the title of “Creative” is something that must be … Continue reading What Does it Mean to Be “Creative”?
Prompt: Write about the secrets carved in the door. The old wood was scarred with years of secrets. Words twisting, turning, and overlapping, covered every inch of the door until it breathed in the dim lights of the hallway. The carved words spoke in whispers, in voices echoing their physical presence.Some smooth and quieted with … Continue reading The Scarred Door
Part : HERE Part 2: HERE John could deny Franz nothing. He had loved, guided, taught, and supported the lad from a young boy to a young King. Seeing how seriously his boy pinned for the princess of his dreams, John knew he would not rest until he had met the maiden. And so, he … Continue reading The King’s Beloved John: a faithful John Retelling part 3