Serena Norris
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Hello! My name is Serena Norris and one of my favorite passtimes is creating a fictional world my readers and I can fall into. Me and my husko alexander strive to bring the best content possible to you, my readers be it in writing or art!
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How Spain changed my life
As a child, I had always hoped that one day I would get to travel the world. I have seen about half of the states in the US, and my wanderlust often drives me nuts. I'm talking about the feeling we get we see a plane soaring across the sky and taking its passangers to some unknown destination. That feeling of intense longing.
By Serena Norris3 years ago in Wander
Witches by Nightfall
It was not a surprise when she came knocking at my door. The rain was coming down in torrents, and her umbrella did nothing to stop the relentless water from soaking her fine clothes. In my hand I held my favorite tarot deck, and in my heart, I could feel her sadness. “Moonchild, I require your immediate services.” Though we were acquainted, her tone remained steady and none the less chilly, as if she were talking to one of her handmaidens. I nodded and stepped aside, allowing her to walk into my warmly lit home.
By Serena Norris3 years ago in Fiction
Of Smoke and Flame
The winds blew through the branches of the trees in the Blackwood Forest, their song soft and lilting. Drying leaves crunched beneath her feet as she slowly walked, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings. The Blackwood Forest was unsafe for humans, and though she carried the blood of dragons in her veins, these woods were dangerous for her as well. The soft glow of dawn peaked through the trees, illuminating her path to the Grove of the Keepers. In recent events, more souls came to pass than was expected, and as queen, it was her duty to understand the issues at hand. “Majesty, I trust your stroll was pleasant?” Rygar, an aging reed of a man who stood against the tall pine marking the entrance to the grove, bowed in greeting. “The birdsong will be here soon, Rygar. And with it, another parting of souls. Tell me, has there been much need for aid?” Pushing himself off the tree, the Keeper moved to walk beside her. “The numbers grow steadily, and it is quite clear that something is happening. But the cause is what I am not so sure of. There may be some discord in the south, as many of the souls that come to pass are either human or Fey.” She nodded.
By Serena Norris3 years ago in Fiction
