Kristine Nissel
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Megin's Redemption
The soft hiss of tree branches being forced to rub against one another preceded the rarest sight on the continent, one that surely could only be a myth. A full-grown dragon crept past a rocky precipice on the mountain side, causing the under canopy of the forest to part around the bulk of his lean, scarred body as he slunk through the ancient trees. He moved stealthily yet with purpose, as though drawn directly to a rocky outcropping by some unseen force. There, near the edge of the cliff was a sleeping toddler.
By Kristine Nissel3 years ago in Fiction
Marigold
“Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this,” said a soft voice behind him. As he turned, he felt the dread rise like bile in his throat, he could already taste the dirty smell of the bright yellow flower that he knew from experience that he would find in the outstretched hand that belonged to the voice’s owner. Instead of looking down to see the detested flower, he looked directly into a pair of the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. He winced. He had seen a great many pairs of remarkable eyes over the millennia, all belonging to incredible people who would have the misfortune to offer the cheerful-looking flower to him, never dreaming that finding that flower signaled their emanant demise.
By Kristine Nissel4 years ago in Horror
My Queen Cal Crochet
It’s first thing in the morning, the horses are already fed and there’s a steaming cup of coffee on the table next to me. I pick up my current work in progress and I settle into the couch. Three quarters of the way done, what will become a queen-sized monster of an afghan when it’s completed, is now too big to leave the house with me to help pass the time in waiting rooms. I settle the mass of twisted and looped together yarn across my lap and pick up my crochet hook to continue work where I had left off.
By Kristine Nissel4 years ago in Journal
