My novel characters Zouriel and Cassandra have been much neglected as of late, so I wrote this little thing to appease them. It’s actually portraying a kind of important event in the formation of their relationship. (I’m tickled that it came out in Cassandra’s POV, most of my stuff with them is Zouriel’s POV.)
A short, very train-of-thought essay that helped me sort things out in my head.
Another story about my supernatural people, this one featuring my ghost girl Melanie and how she came to join my little ragtag bunch of monsters and gods. (I’m working on a larger plot with them that might even become a proper novel.)
Some reflections on our choices in life.
The offering for today, a short essay.
Some more poetry, of a more lighter tone today.
A feeling that’s been on my mind lately. I finally channeled it into some artful writing.
A father’s arms are strong and safe
His face is stern but kind
He tells you bedtime stories
And helps you spell the words
He holds you in his arms
He keeps the dark at bay
Or at least that’s how it’s supposed to be
But not always what we get
A father can be absent
He can be a just a face
In a gilded picture frame
That stands on your mother’s desk
A father can be angry
He can yell and he can scream
He can tell you cruel things
And fill your eyes with tears
A father can be cruel
A father can be mean
He can use those arms of his
To hit you and to hurt
In those deep dark hours
It’s important to recall
That we are not the only ones
With a father who isn’t right
I admit I’ve been stalling a bit on the literary front. April was spent writing a 25,000 novella for CampNaNo (based on This Story Snippet) and after that all of my writing energies have gone into slowly crafting my autobiography (partially as therapy, but also because I feared I would begin to forget things if I did not write it down somewhere).
So, consider this my first attempt at fictional writing in quite some time.