Welcome to my Saga

       With family and other obligations of survival, her bright pages turned black. The writer of horror and true crime always loved her words hitting the page and sharing her thoughts, but as of late, the only mystery she solved was lurking sleepless nights due to chronic pain and planning kids' games, and with that, her notebooks were collecting dust, and her voice went silent.  Silence does not last forever.      In the corner of her room, the old pages and books sat patiently waiting for new words to be written. One morning, when she awoke, she saw some words on a page that she did not remember writing, but she thought nothing of it. The days have been nothing but jumbled together, so maybe she wrote them herself and doesn't remember.       There were chilling accounts of crimes and horror that she never researched herself that mirrored recent news. The victims mentioned were ones that she had never even heard of… until sh...

 

Elder Witch in the Cursed Hospital

These days, I have been pondering and dealing with family and forgiveness. I have been writing a mix of stories and poems based on a few true events in my life, turning them into a horror vibe, which is the only way I know how.  Healing through this on my own, rather than waiting for an apology, is no longer an option. Struggling with how I want to proceed, but it is all coming together. I wanted to do a video storytelling theme for my YouTube channel where I can narrate and read some.  I wanted to get into this a little bit so people could feel the story and words.  Here is half of a poem I wrote to start my journey.  Shadows whisper low, A young girl stands beneath the light. Calm exterior, yet a strong tempest within. Her heart, a tornado of hurt and pain. Her eyes are like pools of midnight flames. Reflecting on the wounds of her past, Clutching a grudge in a river of fire. Binding her spirit to chains.  Thank you for your continued support. Copy...