Cherry

Nature's Alchemy

In January she scatters her wares: the white confetti of winter, the sugary ice-moons that reflect the afternoon sun. She falls from the sky, mixing wind and rain, transmuting
Cherry

The Photographer's Daughter

I'd been at the bar for about forty minutes and was getting a little fuzzy. A man three stools along was droning on to the barman about some gallery in Amsterdam when the girl came in and fainted.

Scion - Part 2 - Ares

“Dylan, what on earth are you doing up in that tree?” The man said, looking up at the twelve-year-old boy sitting up in the tree’s branches, holding the map.
Poem of the week

My Father

My father had a clock that used to speak A brush that painted foam upon his chin A pipe that smoked whisky breath on a Friday A dog that watched and lived a long, long time

Untitled (9th of jan)

Poem

Open Window

Oh no, Oh no, An open window I could fly far away, Just take off and go But how would I know Which route to take? The flight path, The right path, I’d be lost, I’d be late.
Cherry

The Guinea Thief - Chapter 8 - Rosie and John Get Married

it does what it says on the tin.............

The Guinea Thief - Chapter 7 - The Red Lion gets a new Girl

Delphine gets a job

DESOLATION

desolation

SORCERESS

Sorceress

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