Writer & Romantic
Long ago, deep in the Balkan Mountains, a little village lay buried beneath the clouds. In all of Stara, people worked hard—long into their old age, and they were happy. Whether it was with sheep, crops, or stone, there was a rhythm to life that one did not venture from. It made the cycle of
When the Great War began, the women in my land were summoned. “We each possess something — a secret gift, that, if combined, might stop doom fromengulfing our world,” Maeve wrote to me. So, beneath the full moon we thirteen gathered at the round table. Together, high on the Crag of Eldur, the torch flames
If you enjoy teenage heartbreak and trips down memory lane, click here to read my short story SOFT WHISKEY. Or, you can read below: Soft Whiskey by Jessica Malen This is how it starts: with a sixteen-year-old girl’s heart breaking. It sounds like shattered glass and pink rose petals falling onto white marble in slow
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