DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
9 May 2024
“Well, what’s your idea? What do you even want?”
For a long moment, the fae said nothing. Finally, he replied, “A child. Your firstborn.”
It felt like Desiree’s mind had jammed up. “Is… Is that some weird marriage proposal fae use?”
25 October 2022
Desiree’s father was an idiot. That was the only explanation she could think of.
Such were her thoughts as she sat, locked in a room full of straw, with a promise that she’d be dead come morning if it didn’t all magically turn to gold by the time the king returned.