Leetonia wrapped the heavy cloak around her and walked towards the door. She slid her hands into the leather gloves her father had made for her.
“Be careful.” Her father touched her shoulder. Turning to face him, she brought her hand up to his.
“I’ll be alright.”
“I don’t want you to do this.” Continue reading “Winter Fey (second draft)”
Note: I wanted to share this first draft of a story that I wrote years ago. I think it is important to get the ideas down and then clean things up and flesh them out. This was one of those stories. Of everything I have written, I think this one changed the most between the first and second drafts.
The dense wood shuddered under the weight of the snow, letting the gentle breeze sift off its heavy burden. Silver, glittery fluff flitted through the air and settled itself on newly found surfaces already white. Shafts of light squeezed themselves through the tightly woven branches and worked their way through the filtering snow before highlighting the world below. Continue reading “Winter Fey (First Draft)”
NOTE: Critiques requested.
Michael looked down at the small infant in his arms. It was a wonder! He had been with God since the beginning and had seen many wonders with the creation of the world. But this was something all together different. Michael looked up at Uriel who was sitting next to him with the other infant in her arms. Continue reading “When an Angel Falls”