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Twyla's Picnic
Twyla hobbled through the forest of Spanish moss draped oak trees, carrying a large sweetgrass basket tucked into the crook of her right arm. The wrinkled mahogany fingers of her left hand, grasped onto a tall carved walking stick, which she used to pull each of her ancient steps forward. Eventually, she reached her picnic destination, and sat her old bones down on a tree stump near the edge of a lagoon. As she was pulling out miscellaneous items from her basket, a few algae-covered logs in the murky green water began to drift towards her. Twyla was taking a slow sip of cool sweet tea from a m...
Gallows
Today was Gabriel's birthday. And no, it wasn't a happy occasion. He wasn't partying at a club, treating himself to a luxurious brunch, or window shopping along the posh promenades of the city. No; as required by law, he was spending his day standing in line at the "DSR": Department of Supernatural Registration. Not all cities had departments like this, but this city had an unprecedentedly large community of supernatural species, which the humans called "Others". (The term made Gabriel scoff. It made Others sound like some invasive species. Yet, Others existed alongside, if not far before huma...
A Guard's Duty
This is a story that goes along with my novel I'm currently working on, and I encourage you at least know some about Fae and the creatures and people that live in it before you read this. You can find the link to my novel in my author bio. Thanks!!!"Emily?" Michael put a hand on my shoulder. "Come inside, it's getting late, and cold."I said nothing, and kept staring out at the ocean from my high balcony, praying that it wouldn't happen. They'd said they would come for me the night before the next eclipse.The Rising Dawn. I'd defeated their organization years ago when I was just a teenager, bu...
Decalogue for your next travel to South America
It all began when, after 10 years of living in the U.S. I took a trip back to my hometown. As uswww.onedoor.ccual, LAX was packed, flights were delayed, too many announcements, and irritable; I was starving. For sure, the most stupid way to start my journey. The check-in line was long; the elderly couple behind me had a hard time, so I helped them get their luggage to the counter. The woman behind me said “Thank you!” and handed me a small card with the image of an angel. I took it and put it in my wallet, not knowing what it meant.“Good morning, welcome to LAN Airlines. Passport please,” the check-in agent...