Spark (8 of 11) Something sparked in you, Diana….

Something sparked in you, Diana. You’re letting it change you. Take you over,” Mother said. I shake my head. My lips narrow, and the corners of my mouth turn downward. Dulcitius of Marburg sent his servants to notify the commune that we are to meet in the courtyard in the morning. We all will be…

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Spark (6 of 11) A poisonous snake.

The cot is cold against my skin. I cover myself with a thin blanket and wring my hands. Clasp them so hard that it hurts. I pray—no, beg— God to make my father leave us alone. I rub my upper arms for comfort and hug my shoulders. I stop fighting the memories. Memories of dark ghosts in my father’s form,…

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Spark (5 of 11) “That smells great. Where’s mine?”

I sleep for a long while. When I wake, Mother is standing over me with a large bowl of soup. “That smells great. Where’s mine?” Louis asks. He peers into the bowl. “That looks like meat! We haven’t had any in as long as I can remember.” “Sweetheart, this is a special soup just for your sister,” Mother…

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SPARK (4 of 11) I never prayed for that.

Mother sits with me, my head on her lap and my legs curled under me as she strokes my hair. At dawn, my mother’s scream raised me from my bizarre revelations. I notice that a large puddle of blood developed under me and stained my pale legs. “My heart burns.” I cry. I can hardly hear my own…

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Spark (3 of 11) Into the darkness

I stare at the dirt floor with blurry eyes. I  can’t focus. Blood drips from my face. Is it my nose or my mouth? My stomach aches. Burning. Hurting. “Who’s been at you, Diana? I’m not going to ask again.” I try to answer Father, but sharp words catch jagged in my throat. I cough…

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SPARK (Part 2 of 11) “We have to be careful.”

I turn and run away, forcing the thought of Father out of my head. I stop walking as a smell jolts me, making my nose curl. I hate the fields. They reek of human flesh. The priests have too many laws and punishments, and their favorite is death by fire. Men and women burned bloody and black at…

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SPARK (Part 1 of 11) There will be no beatings tonight.

SPARK (DISCLAIMER: Violence, Miscarriage, Torture, Abuse, Cannibalism) An abused girl’s tipping point forces her to seek revenge by telling disgusting lies… He’s drunk. There’s no mistaking the off-beat clap of his worn boots against the dirt floor. Heavy-handed, foulmouthed, and bad-spirited, he’s like all the men in our Turbid Orilon Lake commune. Endlessly vile. Mother…

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Release of Storm of Roses: The Countdown Has Begun

The countdown has begun! Storm of Roses: A Compilation of Poetry and Short Stories will be released this Spring! It has been a long time in coming, but its almost here. Finally! I anticipate it will be ready for distribution by the end of May. In the meantime, if you haven’t already – please pick…

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Candle Love Spell

You will come back to me; my hand is in the magical air You cannot resist your five senses The elements will pull you to me Like rain to the flowers of the earth You will water my desires You are pure, wet, and weak now Fall from the clouds of my candle’s smoke I’ll…

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