At dusk, the fairies snuck into the deserted quarry.They gathered the brass vases left scattered around the gravel. The bits of iron they ...

The tiny copper colored wires sang an ancient song to her. The object  held metal flanges set into a metal circle. Tiny wires descended f...

Again, the challenge was to write, just write. Not think, not edit, not change anything. As a result, I present: Quest Accepted ...

Last year was a rough one here at the Charming-Mercury household. As I result, I lost my love of writing and shut down.  Quite fran...