The cold iron looks on, readying cannons for the next volley. The witch stops mid flight waiting the onslaught. Burst after burst, the witch ducks and dives. Timed blasts fizzle through her hair.
Month: May 2018
Coffee House
I miss you, the soft fire, gentle music, the warmth of your eyes and your hand in mine. I stand in front, closed and condemned.
Wayfarer
The witch found another such as herself. One who understood the differences in magics, in the flourishes, and cantrips. They part, knowing the world is never too large.
May Update
Hello all! This is a quick update. I am currently working a large project that requires dedication and time away from updating, however, I will update the site with new content when I can. Microfiction Monday will resume as normal. Longer work/short stories may take time for updates. "Fractured" will likely not resume posting in … Continue reading May Update
