• Writing

    Dark Tower: Chapter Two

    This blog might just be spammed with storytelling for November, let me warn you. Especially with the time change meaning that the light is totally gone by the time Mr. Owl gets off work, so we have very few days to take outfit pictures. If you haven’t seen the first chapter and don’t know what this is all about, click, and read. Otherwise, enjoy. 🙂 Chapter Two Rosalyn woke the next morning with grit in her eyes and a heaviness weighing down her heart. Yet, her mind was clear. She had no doubts that her mother was already planning to marry her to whomever suited the Queen’s wishes; likely a…

  • Writing

    Friday Story-Time: Dark Tower

    So a few of you who are my long-time and amazing blog-readers know that I came into blogging from a site known as Fiction Press, where I curated my imagination with many, many (Sadly) unfinished stories, as well as a few completed ones. You probably know that I adore writing. It is the one “job” that I would love to have: write novels. You likely also know that I haven’t written in over a year. More like nearly two years. Life and inspiration kind of just kicked me down in the writing world, and I haven’t written more than one paragraph of a story (which I have been deleting because…

  • Fashion,  Writing

    Sunday’s Story: The Maddest

    I started writing this last night… and couldn’t stop. The songs at the beginning are meant to accompany the story and provide it with some good background music. 😉 Enjoy! The Maddest There is death everywhere now. Bodies are gathered from alleyways and mansions alike, with no distinction of burial made between animal and human. The merciless lick of flame will devour whatever it is given. It is not biased. It does not taste the sweetness of a child, nor the gall of a murderer. It cannot smell the aroma of the perfumed lady, nor the mouldering fur of the gutter dog. It is blind and furious, and– ever greedy–…