The Forest of Lescha | Short Story

Wherever there is true darkness there are those who will be drawn to it. Some will be drawn by the desire to change or extinguish the dark with their own gift of blinding light, while others will seek only to revel in it, to absorb its chaos and stand at the center of its swirling storm. Others though, will seek to chain it, bridle it and use it as a beast of burden, better suited to the abuse of its station than those who drive it.


Short Story | Last Days of Summer

This story was originally created for my supporters over at Patreon.         She walked the familiar path towards the lake, the buzzing electrical light on the post of the dock a bobbing  beacon that hid and reappeared behind tree branches and brush. All around her the sound of tree frogs echoed and…

Narrow Down Education and Artists

Hi, my name is Zoe and I’m a writer. Hi, my name is Zoe and I’m a painter. Hi, I’m a photographer Hi, I’m a designer Hi, I’m an . . .   It took a really long time for me to be willing to fill the end of that sentence with the word “Artist”. I…