Tonight, the veil between our world and the world beyond is thinning, and spirits can travel back and forth. It is the perfect time to share with you this short story of mine that takes place on All Hallows’ Eve (also known as Halloween or, to those of old, Samhain).
Glossary for Here and Now – In the Valley of Yearning.
Her name is Rosemary Hill.
Her life is, however, not as sweet and balmy.
PS: do NOT call her ‘Rosemary’.
(Work In Progress)
In the past, I used to dream a lot. The factory of my subconscious weaved vivid stories and adventures that I wrote down the next morning.
One particular night, I dreamt about dragons.
He was turning into a raven, it was his destiny. But he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to be different than the others, he was scared, and angry, and stubborn, and he was fighting the Change.