Malinda Jane Childers
Joined June 2021
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Bedtime Stories
My grandmother was a spinner of tales, all of which were based in truth, at least to some extent. The vivid pictures she could paint with words were magical. Our family often sat around a fire late at night and listened to her, enraptured. We all focused on her wizened face and watched the flames reflected in her eyes as she wove her magic.
By Malinda Jane Childers5 years ago in Families
Doomsday Diary
Era crept carefully and silently through the shell of the old burnt out building. It had once held several luxurious apartments, all of which had been abandoned after The Rift occurred. The building had stood empty and derelict ever since, it’s skeleton rising to tower over the dark city streets.
By Malinda Jane Childers5 years ago in Fiction
