A mother of four. A business-owner. An aspiring writer with a long way to go.
A Letter To My Lost Love
Dear Shrimp, I’m sure you’re surprised to hear from me. It's been a long time, I know. I spent ages debating the wisdom of reaching out, but summer… summer was our time. Ceviche by the pool, tacos at the bar, you, me, and a barbecue grill… the memories linger. I honestly cannot sip a cool beer on these hot summer nights and not think of you. I suppose that is why I am writing this. I think of you and I cannot help but wonder, do you think of me? I still love you. I think I always will. I wish I could tell you that it's me and not you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but, Shrimp, it is you. You’ve just become… toxic for me.
Dragons of a Dark God
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The thought echoed coldly in Jehanne’s mind as she regarded the athame in her hands. A simple ritual, the agony of rejected bonds, and then she and the dragons would be gone from this valley and it's endless needs for good. The drip, drip, dripping of her blood from the tip of the ceremonial dagger sounded through the cavernous Hidden Sanctuary of the Dark God. She had already known what He was going to tell her, but the temptation to end this all instead of passing her burden to another was overwhelming. He would leave the choice to her, as always, but He had been clear about His wishes.