Fiona Howell

Joined May 2022

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Bio

I am Fiona Howell, an Irish musician and a writer hailing from New Hampshire, US. I have two books out on Amazon: The Locked Box and Blackwood. I have three poems published in anthologies by the Peterborough Poetry Project.

Stories (13/0)

First Snow
The first snow feels special, it’s a magical time where excitement brews and coziness is everywhere. Snowflakes fall heavily.
By Fiona Howellabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The Blue Hour
The Blue Hour Everything is coated with a blue hue, my eyes take a while to adjust to the color. The shadows seem to dance more,
By Fiona Howell16 days ago in Poets
So Mote It Be
So Mote It Be I draw you to me, to me. I draw you to me, to me. True love it must be, it must be, I draw you to me, to me. I draw you to me, to me. So mote it be.
By Fiona Howellabout a month ago in Horror
The Cave of the Cat
The Cave of the Cat – Oweynagat The entrance is small and triangular but the cave grows the farther you go inside it,
By Fiona Howellabout a month ago in Poets
Cry of the Coyote
Cry of the Coyote Fiona Howell A long high-pitched note tears through the night and the patches of freezing rain.
By Fiona Howell6 months ago in Poets
The City That Never Sleeps
The City That Never Sleeps -Fiona Howell 5/24/2023 Sounds so loud they pierce my ears. Looking down so I don’t fall.
By Fiona Howell6 months ago in Poets
The Old Man of the Mountain Remembered
The Old Man of the Mountain was a beloved symbol of New Hampshire. A landmark, tourists stopped near to take a picture of his majestic profile.
By Fiona Howell7 months ago in Poets
The Cracked Mirror
The Cracked Mirror — Spooky Story written on Friday the 13th By Fiona Howell I walked home the usual route I took every day from work. It was cold so I kept my hands in my pockets. I focused on the sidewalk as I bent my head to the biting wind. New Hampshire gets cold in October.
By Fiona Howell11 months ago in Horror
Beyond the Labyrinth
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. In the near distance, she saw trees—a few blackened trunks with some bare branches. There were two mountains in her view too, that loomed above the trees.
By Fiona Howell12 months ago in Fiction
The Peacock
Many blue eyes stare the feathers shimmer and shine searching for a mate.
By Fiona Howellabout a year ago in Poets
Barnacles
Barnacles Have you ever thought of being as small as a barnacle? Being stepped on by seagulls and humans alike. Barnacles only have one eye to see light or darkness,
By Fiona Howellabout a year ago in Poets
Knocknarea
Knocknarea Haiku Fiona Howell Queen Maeve is on top and still rules all of Sligo she guards Ireland.
By Fiona Howellabout a year ago in Poets

Fiona Howell

Bio

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First Snow

The Blue Hour

So Mote It Be

The Cave of the Cat

Cry of the Coyote

The City That Never Sleeps

The Old Man of the Mountain Remembered

The Cracked Mirror

Beyond the Labyrinth

The Peacock

Barnacles

Knocknarea

Stories (13/0)