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Story Saturday: Thread of Time Chapter 2
I missed posting last Saturday, since it was our anniversary and I forgot to schedule the post but if you haven’t already caught up on my Fiction Press account, here is chapter two of Thread of Time. Enjoy! Chapter Two: Aftershock The first thing Maeve noticed was an earthy, musty smell, like the aroma of earth that has been wetted down and filled with moss. Her eyes refused to open right away, but she could smell everything. The dirt beneath her, the water that dripped somewhere in the vicinity, the puddles that people walked through outside. Wherever she was, it smelled of stone, worn in and kissed with cold age.…
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Story Saturday: Thread of Time
When I started this blog in 2008, it was a place for me to write out all of my thoughts about my writing. At the time, I was working on the first novel I ever finished, an epic tale of romance set in 400AD Ireland, telling the conflicting relationship between a Saxon warlord and a Celtic clan warrior’s daughter. Because I had so many thoughts outside of writing, I needed a place to put them. And because I’ve never been good at keeping a handwritten journal, starting a blog seemed like the perfect thing to do. A few years passed of that, and then I discovered fashion blogs which morphed…
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Walking in a Winter Wonderland
As the New Year gives us a fresh start, I thought it would be most appropriate to share the first snow of the year, which is fresh and clean in and of itself! There is something magical about the snow, and the first days of the new year; both are crisp and new, both wipe the slate clean, both instill a sense of wonder and excitement for the times ahead. To start out the new year with snow feels incredibly appropriate. It’s always hard to write the first post of the year, for me. I always want it to be something special, yet, generally, nothing has really happened in those…
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Graphic cardigan and star-print tights
The stars in her eyes Reflect the grandiose dreams of One who has seen it all, yet Desperately hopes for more Dreamer, is she Creator of worlds beyond the seen Harbinger of the doom or success Of fictional creatures she hoards In the depths of her mind’s palaces Dreamer, Lost and found again Rejecting the hard cold truth for A prison of faeries’ making Buried deep beneath the intoxication Of voraciously consuming words Breathing in the scent of Pages long since penned by Authors whose bodies rot And feed the needs of the earth’s fauna And flora Dress and tights, Target | cardigan and necklace, c/o Oasap | boots, Kohl’s…
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Life update
Hi there. Just a little update; I’ve been sick as a dog for the past five or so days, and I haven’t taken outfit pictures in approximately two weeks. I have, however, been writing. For those of you that have been around forever, I finally moved back to posting on FictionPress, after a long stint of being wary. So if you’re a fan of reading and want to check it out, here’s the prologue for the story I’m currently working on. Enjoy! He was a typical bad boy. Leather jacket, roughed-up jeans, scuffed boots, and a head of dark hair that fell over his forehead just enough to make her…
