Not Victoria

The story or poem that used to live here is being rewritten… or, is on its way to a new home. But worry not, I’d never leave you without something to read. Just click the following links, and you’ll be able to delight in the newest Stories and Poems I’ve published on this blog.

53 thoughts on “Not Victoria”

  1. Spooky. We must be dining from the table of the same Muse, Lady Magaly. I’m writing something related to sacrifice and immortality, too. Mine doesn’t have a cool, hungry tree and your flair for the dark and macabre. But it did startle me to see you sitting at the table. *raises glass in toast* See you at dessert. =)

  2. This one left quite an impression. We have a lot of trees in our neighbourhood that look just like the one pictured. I think I shall be reflecting on this story every time I look at those trees. Hmmmm ……..

  3. dude! This was sweet. When her memory goes, I didnt get it the first time. I was like…whoa…tone shift much. Then I was like…OHHH!!! Noice

  4. You manage once again to create a whole mini-world with its own logic, inhabitants, tragedies, in just a few words, tie it to our own world, and resolve the greed and corruption at its heart through personal strength–or so I read–a strong, uplifting tale, Magaly.

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