The Princess was walking down the street sadly. Her hair was gray like all pure Moreians but her eyes were the unnatural deep sea violet...

As a young writer builds her story and begins writing the words she begins to feel the world shift around her to encompass the...

Hey ya'll!! So hopefully I will be doing monthly newsletters, weekly thoughts and possibly weekly short stories! Maybe even a few scenes...

As we walked through the woods we came to a clearing. Over the tops of the trees you could see the Aresty Mountains to the east. We...