She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally decided to walk through the door. As Arianna passed through the portal, a strange tingling sensation prickled her skin as the images ebbed and flowed around her. They stretched and yawed, becoming as elastic as gum, twisting, folding, and winking into and out of … Continue reading Through the Door (part 1)
fantasy
Nightime Lament
A snippet of an added scene for my novel A guard rushed up to Vlad. "You are needed," he stated in a rush. Vlad looked at Britta. "I am sorry, your majesty, but duty -- ." "Calls," Britta finished with more bitterness than she intended. Vlad pursed his lips. "Perhaps another time then?" A flash … Continue reading Nightime Lament
Greg C. Miller, Author 