Danicia Lee-Hanford
Bio
Reading, writing, and momming, sometimes all at once. I love telling stories and hearing them from other people.
Stories (8/0)
The Valley of Hea'reh
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Before, they'd known better. Their kind stayed confined to the Northern Mountains, where the thin crisp air caused no damage to their hearty lungs and the fire roiling through their bellies kept them warm through even the harshest winters. It was more than they deserved, but Rydon had always driven his kingdom with mercy at the rudder.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford2 years ago in Fiction
I was going to leave you.
The thing that makes you take pride in me the most, was an accident. I'd never been your favorite child. I was too different, too opinionated, and far too inquisitive. You hated that. My outspoken nature made me difficult to control. But when most of the older ones dispersed to "fancy" new apartments, cars, and lives of their own, the pickings for who you would influence next were slim. The remaining older boy was too standoffish, the younger sister too small. I was an adult, too, married with a child of my own but not so far away that you couldn't reach me. That hadn't been my goal. I wanted to be unreachable. Should I be grateful now that it didn't work out?
By Danicia Lee-Hanford2 years ago in Confessions
Fae and the Night Mare
I can't mess this up. Fae's wings twitched nervously as she rubbed her tiny hands together. She stood outside of Sandy Shores, hoping against hope that this job would finally be the right fit for her. Because despite having the ability to live pretty much forever, fairies were still on the outdated three-strike rule at work.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford2 years ago in Fiction
'Til Death Do Us Part (EP. 3)
So she did. It was probably the hardest thing she'd ever done, but for the next 15 minutes, she pictured each crisp intake of air floating up to her brain to grab her wayward thoughts and banishing them from her mind, where they dangled helplessly in the air in front of her.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford2 years ago in Fiction
When he touched me, he called your name.
Truth be told, it was more of a whisper. But he did say it. And I purposely didn't tell you. A small stab of vindictiveness for when you screeched your disbelief at my accusations in front of the man who had me afraid to sleep at night. I don't for a split second consider our pain to be equal, but my heart smirked the slightest bit watching you die inside at the thought that your husband might have preferred your 14-year-old daughter to you.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford2 years ago in Confessions
'Til Death Do Us Part (EP. 2)
Clean-up. She'd known they were watching her, but to have proof of it made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. If a jury ever asked, she would deny it tooth and nail, but, Casey's decision to end her husbands life had been researched and planned for months. Funneling the money to pay clean-up and covertly buy a gun had been a challenge, but she'd been a grim mix of determined and hollow. Trenton Baites hadn't deserved to live. And even though she'd convinced herself that her cause was noble, right now she felt anything but.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford2 years ago in Fiction
'Til Death Do Us Part (EP. 1)
The fitted sheet had uncurled itself from around the mattress again. Methodically, she reached over and tucked it back into place, smoothing the invisible wrinkles and creases with a stiff, trembling hand. The cold golden circlet sat heavily on her finger. Casey raised her arms slowly above her head, stretching forward and back to rid her body of the aches and quivers that she always seemed to have in the morning. They’re stronger today. Is it fear? Rage? Horror? She seems calmer as she settles into a routine, deep, slow breathing is the only human sound in the room as she straightens bedclothes, thumps the dents from sinfully soft pillows, and picks up clothes that had been strewn across the floor. Five years ago, on this day, she’d risen and done the same thing. The morning after her wedding. So much has changed since then.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford2 years ago in Fiction
To the Men that Sexually Abused Me
I’ve wished I could rip my heart out a thousand times over the pain I felt. But you don’t care about that. Your life went on as normal, unscathed by my pain. You didn’t have to feel empty, shattered, and completely defiled.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford2 years ago in Confessions