Random Thoughts From The Mind

As dusk fell on Ashley's soon to be forgotten home, she saw quite a different vehicle parked in the driveway behind her foster parent's generic mini van. Coming up the winding stone driveway the brand new sports car shimmered in comparison to the world around it. Clearly this vehicle did not fit in the backwards country driveway, let alone the fact it didn't belong in this county. Ashley marveled at the shinny white car. She had never saw a Ferrari before, but she did recognize the horse emblem displayed in the middle of the back side of the car. "Once again, I'm sorry for the intrusion. I wasn't aware of the situation." Mr. Bradford's voice once more graced Ashley's ear causing her to cringe at the horrid sound. Looking up to the porch, she saw underneath the glow of the light from the house, Mr. Bradford standing in the doorway. Quickly she ducked behind the car, grinding her knee into the gravel. Knowing she couldn't use her magic to appea

Please forgive me, the least amount of progress is being made here in my random thoughts, but they have all become preoccupied by rewriting and editing Inside My Scars. I am also currently trying to end Apollo's Light (when my daughter takes a break from Gray's Anatomy on my laptop). When I realized all my stories are all interconnected I pulled the book from Amazon, for now, and started the grueling task of adding it into the Elohim Series. Please bare with me through this process. 

As a young girl I never looked into the future waiting for my fairy tale to begin. Not once have my dreams ever contained a prince to rescue me like I was a damsel in distress. Instead, I've always felt as though I could have been Snow White after eating the poisonous apple. Without the magical kiss being placed upon my lips to wake me from my nightmares, the evil witch I fear will be coming soon to rip out my heart.  My dreams became nightmares where I would fight, search, and in the end wake up screaming in pure terror of my past. Prince Charming would never dare enter into my dreams or he too would be caught in the endless cycle of torture. A glass coffin will forever contain me allowing no skin to ever touch mine again. There would never be a magical kiss placed against my lips to resurrect the innocence I once owned. Dreams of purity escaped my mind and ran screaming from my clutches. What seemed like a million years ago, perhaps I had the delusions of such things, but jus