I watched her approach the Gnarled Woods from my perch. She was most likely a Ute, I’d guess fifteen. That’s when they get spit out into the real world. I could see something glowing from her hand. She held it out in front of herself, passing it left to right, then back to center again. …
I’m excited to try something different. As a way to bridge the gap between my blog and my fiction writing, I have decided to post a few short stories about my secondary characters from my new project, Maelee’s Journey. Starting with Meg, the best friend (who is named after one of my puppies.) So here …
The Far Reaches of Grace 