Marinamar Stories

Her eyes caught a tiny black clutch purse.She prepared to leave, but her eyes kept returning to the purse.For reasons she couldn't explain, she wanted it badly.

She was aware of walking,but direction had lost it's purpose.When you have no destination, a path doesn't matter.

Ava knows the story of her home town. The story about the woods that the children were warned against. After a horrid event and learning the hard way that the adult's wa...

Francis sighed. He quickly retrieved a small blade from beneath his cloak. He put his right hand flat on the table, and plunged the blade into it. Henry cried out, but F...

Delving inside my dreams!

A woman who's love cannot be equaled...or shared.