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How can something so cold be less like unyielding ice? Soft and fragile as a fairy wing, graceful and light in its dance. More air than water, less wet than dry, champagne snow falls in mountain skies.
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Read part 1 HERE: A formal letter of agreement and a gift were promptly sent to the Kingdom of Sonnigeebene, and James and I were preparing to follow. I was eager to see our neighbors to the East, but Prince James’ nervousness the more the topic of marriage was brought up. Each time Prince Hans…
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As children Prince James and I played in the courtyard together. We were unlikely friends, the second born son of a king and the only son of the castle sorceress, but we spent every day together since we were scarcely out of the nursery. He, as a second son, had few royal responsibilities, and I…
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December is here, but snow is not. Once upon a time, snow would fall on Halloween. As the drought dragged on, we were lucky to have snow on Thanksgiving. Now, we are over a week into December without a single flake. I didn’t grow up in the snow. Most of childhood was full of hot,…
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I made the mistake of trying to date again. Now that work is calming down, and the summer markets are over, I have weekends free for dates. I thought it might be a good idea to branch out, and start playing the field. I opened up my dating app again, and started sorting through my…
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I become obsessed with perfection when my anxiety spikes. Filling every moment of my time with self-improvement tasks, as if I could compensate for my own shameful humanity through diligence. It’s a performance, with myself as the only audience. A dance of of wild precision – a single misstep will bring me crashing down. It’s…
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Like many writers, I have a backlog of writing. My files and folders are stuffed with projects I’ve started, but abandoned at various stages of development. Short stories and novellas in many genres: speculative horror, suspense, fantasy, and romance, children’s books, and personal essays- all still waiting for their first draft mock-ups. In honor of…
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*Trigger warning: mentions of seizures, demonic possession, death, and night terrors* Halloween is approaching, and the veil is thinning. Spooky season is upon us once again, so the time for ghost stories, scary movies, and witchy-workings. Last night, some friends and I had a Halloween Slumber Party (yes, even though we all in our late…
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Creeping into the backyard from over the garden wall. Her big orange belly is as round as her tip-toeing paws. Orange swirls like cinnamon on her pumpkin rolls. Asking for pets as she stops by on her daily stroll.
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Last week a cold front moved in, bringing in crisp air and ample rain. The skies are silver and gray. The mountains, half hidden by mists, are dusted with snow. Red and gold laves are falling from the trees to dance on the wind. In other words, the landscape is picturesque. Life feels as soothing…
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