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The Lady beneath the Waves
The Lady beneath the Waves Traci Kenworth “I’ll be roasting marshmallows over the fire all through the night,” sang Jeremy, Beth, and Quigley. I eyed them as I maneuvered the small boat through the waves. The three finished their chorus and searched for another tune. “Why not The Lady beneath the Sea?” I suggested.…
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Death’s Song
Death’s Song Traci Kenworth The trees bore witness to my sorrow as I sat my pack and dagger aside and bent before the grave of one whom I’d loved with all the years these sixteen had allowed me. The elf music poured through the lands, haunting, cutting to the core of others gathered at…
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Jesse’s Room
Jesse’s Room Traci Kenworth I walked through the empty halls of what once roomed twenty-one girls. A private school, it was considered the ideal among the elite. I shivered as I walked past Mrs. Linfield’s office. I could almost hear the screams of the headmistress if I closed my eyes. I didn’t do so…
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To Dream a Dream
To Dream a Dream Traci Kenworth I’ll admit it. Most of my story ideas come from dreams. It usually starts with a snippet then I know I have something when it continues to plague my sleep for days. Character’s names, looks, personality traits show up full-blown, ready to be explored. I don’t know how…
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AreWriters Born or Made?
Are Writers Born or Made? Traci Kenworth I think the truth is: both. Writers are born with a passion, a creative-streak that manifests in their lives somehow. Art. Music. Acting. These are some other professions that seem to rumble from the soul to the outside at some point. I know that I’ve always had to…
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Coffee and the Writer
Coffee and the Writer Traci Kenworth Choose your brand. Whatever flavor, brewed or instant, from Starbuck or your kitchen, it’s hard to ignore the connection between coffee and the writer. I know myself, when I wake up, I’m still trying to pry my lids open even a half-hour later. Coffee does the trick. That…
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Fairytales
Fairytales Traci Kenworth Casper struggled to get the chest open. In it lay the only chance to get back to her world, her time. Oh, why had she made the dumb wish? And played into the faerie’s hand? She’d only wanted to visit a fairytale for a little while, not be stuck in one,…
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Traci Ashbe Dark Epic Fantasy Author 