…Why hast thou forsaken me, my love? I offered my heart, my soul and you gave nothing in return, tore my heart from me and left me a hollow shell…
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Tuesday’s Textures – Urban Jungle
I created this piece of art just for fun, the model image is by Caroline Julia Moore (I have her permission). I even wrote a short story to go with it, it’s been far too long. Through some of the smoke haze that was beginning to clear, she could see the shattered remnants of the…
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Tuesday Textures – The Raging Tempest
That feeling of suffocation, you can’t seem to catch a breath, where did all the air go? deep ragged breaths and you cannot get enough to fill your lungs. The heat boils from inside, rivers of lava, coiling and creeping up your skin, the fear, the loathing, tastes like copper in your throat…
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Friday Fiction – Wiccan Love Spells
Set on the edge of a mystical forest, she sets about creating an anti-love spell, of sorts. So hurt, was she by a man, can she ever trust again, can she allow herself to find another love again?
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Friday Fiction – Ashes to Awakenings
Wrapped in a cocoon of safety from the Black Raven of the Forest, her spirit guide, she is cradled with safety and security, until she is ready to step forth herself.
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Friday Fiction – Rapunzel – A story for a New Era
“Forget everything you ever read about Rapunzel, sure her parents were vain and stupid and essentially sold her to a witch for some salad herbs, I mean really? What if Rapunzel could re-write her story?”
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Friday Fiction – The Secret Garden
Don’t you wish you had a wardrobe like in Narnia, a magic mirror like Alice or even Terisa (Mordant’s Need and A Man Rides Through)? Lilly had none of these things either, but she had her secret garden
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Friday Fiction – Mythical Monsters
It was born out of the depths of time and memory, stone carvings of a mythical creature that once soared the heavens and brought its wrath down on those who deserved it. The Gorawl was made of the Gods doing, brought to life with a mere wish, a flight of fancy, Gods could be awesome like that.
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Friday Fiction – Hush My Child
He stood alone, the last of his kind, gentling cradling his child, the last hope for his people, now scared and hungry and too tired to go on. He felt much the same way himself, how did this come to pass? He stood surrounded by an army of faceless mechanoids, the air filled with smoke, and the buzz of a hundred thousand drones.
Read MoreFriday Fiction – Like a Moth to a Flame
A continuation of sorts from last week, same character, but many years later They always said she had the worst taste in men, she was like a Moth to a Flame for the bad boys. She had always managed to get herself out of too much trouble, until now. Now, they were suddenly flocking to…
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Julie Powell - Photographer & Graphic Artist 