She wants to know his secret. He doesn’t know what it is yet. Lydia watched Michael from her favorite café, intrigued by his quiet demeanor and the way he scribbled furiously in his notebook.

One day, curiosity got the best of her. She approached him with a trembling smile. “Hi, I’m Lydia. I’ve always wondered what you write about.”

Michael looked up, bewildered. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I just...

[read Rewinding Time: Burning At The Stake (PT 1, 2 & 3)]

As we navigated the chaos of the Civil War battlefield, our senses were assaulted by the sights and sounds of conflict. Smoke billowed from the cannonades, and the ground beneath our feet shook with each distant explosion. The air was thick with tension and the cries of wounded soldiers.

Mearle led the way, his eyes sharp and his staff gl...

[read Rewinding Time: Burning At The Stake (PT 1 & 2)]

As I continued to flee, the narrow village streets gave way to a dense forest, the canopy overhead blocking out most of the moonlight. The air grew cooler, and an eerie mist began to settle around me, swirling at my feet as I navigated the uneven, root-laden path.

My breaths were shallow, my mind racing with the urgency of my escape. Then, o...

[read Rewinding Time: Burning At The Stake (PT1)]

As the tension in the square reached its peak, Sage Bishop, bound and facing the unjust trial, suddenly screamed out a single word, "KALISTAR!" Her voice echoed through the square, sending a shiver down our spines. It was a word imbued with power, her defiant last stand. The crowd gasped, and a hush fell over the scene as the significance of her c...

I felt the grass beneath my bare feet as the soft breeze drifted through my ginger locks. Then, my father called me in.

I gazed across the endless expanse of the White House lawn, the setting sun casting long, golden shadows. It was a rare moment of peace in the chaos that had engulfed our lives. Just as I was about to lie down and let the serenity wash over me, my father's voice echoed from the ...

“What the hell happened?” I muttered to myself as I stepped out the gate, feeling astonished just looking at the scene in front of me. Dilapidated and abandoned buildings, police sirens flooding through the air and not to mention the stench of pollution filling my nostrils as the clouds of smoke and gas filled upon the air, covering the sun and sky.

I trudged down the cracked sidewalk, the shuff...

The light of the TV bathed the living room in an intimate, warm glow, casting long shadows across the walls. Hyperion, his arm wrapped firmly around my shoulder, rested his head on mine as we watched the film. I snuggled closer, enjoying the comfort of his presence. The movie was a romantic comedy, perfect for a night in together. Hyperion leaned in to kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes and smiled...

It was the scent of bacon that awoke me. My boyfriend, Hyperion, was cooking in the kitchen. I got off our cotton bed sheets and slipped on a pair of black crew socks. My fingers ran smoothly through my dusty blonde hair, putting a strand of hair behind my ear as I walked towards Hyperion.

“Morning,” I mumbled, still exhausted from yesterday. I snuggled my face into his back, wrapping my arms a...

“Mother, I don’t need,” I grunted as my lady in waiting tugged on my corset, making my waist seem smaller, “I don’t need a suitor.” I sighed, put a hand on my hip and turned around to face the queen of Eldoria in a bulky, light blue ballgown dress that was as fine as silk.

My mother, Astoria, pinched the bridge of her wrinkly nose and stepped forward, “You and your father’ve talked about this. I...