As River stepped through the door – which had mysteriously swung open, even though she could see no doorman – she felt beyond overwhelmed. The...
Amara glanced up at the sun. “Hurry. We are late. It is not good form to be late when meeting your king.” She sped up to a slow, graceful lope...
Your way of distancing yourself is much nicer than mine... for me, I always suddenly myself watching the scene on TV. Sometimes I can cover my...
Suddenly, a thought pounded through River’s mind – her phone. Her phone might be working again. She had to call her mom and tell her to call the...
River awoke to the sounds of singing birds and rustling leaves. She blinked, staring stupidly at the wood ceiling above her, her mind a complete...
Well, I'm not sure if beef stew could cause any sort of dreams like that, but I do know that I'll never turn that one into a story. It was waaay...
“Then stay there! I think that’s yarrow. I’ll only take a second.” Caleb wavered for a moment, then chased after his sister. When he...
Chapter I Fifteen year old River walked next to her brother Caleb on the sidewalk, her bright blue earbuds a sharp contrast with her dark...
A little six-year-old girl called River Greene sat perched upon her bed, a pouting expression on her face as her slightly-blurry gaze skimmed...
Here are the chapters to my current WIP, my series The Forbidden Forest. Please send me feedback!
Generally, I don't plan at all. I type up random ideas for the series and scenes as I go along, and I find that approach typically works best. I...
One of my more disturbing dreams actually happened last night. Most of it was a random garble of stuff my brain had absorbed from the waking...
I recently discovered the Peryton, and I wish that more people would use it - I've never come across a single story that has even a remotely...
Well, I'm not sure if this counts "subverted", but in the world I've made for my fantasy series, I have Faeries and Pixies listed to two different...
Well, I won't pretend to know anything about depression, but I'd say that writing can certainly be stressful and bittersweet. And there are times...
