Vines

Vines

By S. F. Dekreel My brain is wrecked, my heart is hollow Dwelling on the idols I’ve been trying to follow I listen to them quarrel and fight in my head Hungry and greedy for a place on my throne In theory, Christ’s throne But it’s become mine I...
The Price of Heroism

The Price of Heroism

By Valari Westeren Corinna paced back and forth across the marble floor of her bedroom, fiddling with a fold of her satin skirt. Where was Markus? He always showed up before ten. What if the heralds’ announcement had stopped him from coming? A familiar voice...
Words

Words

By Anne of Lothlorien Some words are ancient As old as the ages With green, newborn words They’re put down on pages But they dance off the paper And run down the street Stopping and bowing To people they meet They ride on the clouds And climb through the trees...
The Foundling

The Foundling

By Hannah Robinson When the baker and his wife abandoned their infant son in the forest, they doubtlessly hoped a benevolent Faerie clan would find and raise him to be wise and good. Their hope was not foolish. Merciful Faeries often adopted Foundlings and raised them...
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