I never believed the sky is the limit, therefore my passions are expansive. My interest in writing stemmed from poetry but my heart lead me to Sci-Fi Fantasy. Consequently, my stories are plot-driven with splashes of evocative elements.
In Bones & Blood
"On this night of the eclipse, we say the Rite of Hecate's Scripts Give to the Earth, Give to the Stars, Give to the Souls of only ours With a deal, we offer this Death may take us with a kiss A fair exchange- we may begin, the immortality of our kin Candles lit, stones blessed, hearts beating in our chests A hint of salt, a pinch of ash, add some dirt, but just a dash Willing minds, willing hands, willing the survival of our clans A mark on flesh, this brand secures, In bones and blood- our life is yours"
Red Tower Books Publishing
So I know there aren't any set rules in marketing, but I strongly believe that those within the field should take a moment to jot down what Red Tower Books Publishing just did with their effective mass advertising. Not just those in marketing, but anyone who does advertising campaigns or just wants to better promote their stories.
Ilvermorny; School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
"Colloshoo." I glanced up from my book, the Encyclopedia Of Incantations, and caught Robert and Ivan casting spells on the shoes of new students, making them stick to the cabin's carpeted floor like flies in a spider's web. I was going to scold them for being such bullies when the echo of my father's warning floated through my head.
- Runner-Up in Unspoken Challenge
DrowningRunner-Up in Unspoken Challenge
The night's darker than the last, colder. My wings work overtime against the wind to carry me to the nearest light. A sense of foreboding presses into me with each gust of air, making me feel an overwhelming need to find a safe place to take cover. I wish I knew what this meant. Sadly, I'm inexperienced. A hatchling without guidance. All I can rely on for survival are my baser instincts.
Proverbial Song, Ch.2
Sera: Taking a hurried pace, I rushed through the long, winding corridor to my Demonology class. Students were noisily buzzing around the hallway like flies over rotten fruit, and even though I couldn’t see their faces, I felt like their gazes were fixed on me. My feet faltered, and beads of sweat began to form on my forehead as I wondered if they somehow knew that I'd unleashed something foul last night.