A Burning Tale
Exasperated, I tore the pages out of my book and hurled them into the fire, watching them cripple from the flames as embers scattered around the floor. I didn’t care about history …
Hattie Worby
The Black Rose
Her silhouette shrunk against the whispering shadows of the dusky, moon-blanched forest. The trees pierced the sky, cloaked in veils of silky cobwebs glinting in the moonlight, illuminating the limp and lifeless …