Heath rode for two days. The strange sense that came to him in the wilderness lingered at the back of his mind, mingling with the darkness that plagued his dreams, but was still somehow separate. Something had happened, or was on the cusp of happening, in Aleria. Nothing more than that was clear from theContinue reading “Chapter 18: What Happened at Casimir Manor”
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Chapter 17: Echoes of War
The nightmares began two days after returning from Valenwood. The first night back in Aleria, Heath’s dreams were veiled with shadows. He was in darkness, deep and layered like shadows in water. Figures cloaked in darkness moved through the void, waiting and watching. Even as he couldn’t see them, he still saw them. Knew they wereContinue reading “Chapter 17: Echoes of War”
Chapter 16: The Bloodbeast
For a heartbeat, the battlefield stood still. Heath felt his breath freeze as a swirl of emotions tumbled in his chest. Nambu stood tall in his blackened armor, helmet discarded to the side, his hand still raised in the air. Looking down from the height of the sloping road, the ranger could see everything inContinue reading “Chapter 16: The Bloodbeast”
The Wind
The wind is cold, but it leaves me warm Heat blossoms in my chest, deeper even than my heart For my hearts feels it, though it is not the source A fulfilled yearning, Something deep in my soul I stand, the gentle roll of the deck beneath my feet The lovely rock of the oceanTheContinue reading “The Wind”
Symphony of the Forest
When the last glimpse of the sun Vanishes beyond the horizonThe final breath of the day escapes, Like a whisper between lovers.When the light fades, And the colors turn to black, The great stretch of sky turns its deepest blue Speckled with stars deep and alight.Somehow the world seems brighter here in the night And IContinue reading “Symphony of the Forest”
The Space in Between Us
First written March 2018 My heart’s been torn,Broken again and again and again.I fear one more will tear it in two,And yet I take another step out to the ledge.I draw near to the edge.Once again I look down,Not knowing how far it goes.And still I stand there,Trusting in the fall.But I know if IContinue reading “The Space in Between Us”
What is Love
Someday, I want to write about what love is, not what I imagine it could be.I want to learn whether you prefer sunrises or sunsets, and see you in the light of both.I want to see you beneath the summer’s sun, and hold you in the deepest part of winter.I want to see you in the glow ofContinue reading “What is Love”
Mourning
First written December 2023 Can you mourn something that never was? Something that never will be?Something you dreamed, that you hoped.Something you imagined, but maybe felt in your bones.That deep part of yourself that longs for more, aches, in ways you never knew you could.That part of yourself that was afraid to feel, afraid to admit your desperate hope.Trembled atContinue reading “Mourning”
Beauty and Pain
First written March 2018 I believe that truly great art can only come from a deeply felt place of emotion. In my story, I’ve only felt that pull, that spark, from seasons of intense joy or unrelenting sadness. If we look to the four core emotions – anger, fear, sadness and joy – those areContinue reading “Beauty and Pain”
A Rainy Day
We canceled our plans today, choosing instead to dwell inside.Sitting quietly as we forget the world, listening to the sound of rain against the windows.I steal another look, you smiling as you read your book.I set mine down, and I kiss the top of your head.At your shoulder, your cat purrs.As I walk away, my dog follows at my heels.Minutes laterContinue reading “A Rainy Day”
The Writer in White 