"It was a poor sort of love to ignore the sins of the lover, but the best and most precious sort that acknowledged them and carried on regardless."
- That Friend of His by Rosie Elisabeth

Welcome to my little nook, where I've been creating stories for three years now. My pen name is Hana, I'm sixteen and I like writing in a style that went out of date a hundred and fifty years ago. 

Don't expect anything spunky or dynamic here, it's all sleepy, old-fashioned prose that sounds like it was ripped out of a Victorian washerwoman's diary. But if flowery nonsense and cliché, underdeveloped fairytales are your cup of tea, welcome! 

Here is a list of all the works I have planned. I'm not a quick writer by any means, but hang in there and they'll pop up eventually. Those stories are:

⚜ When Flowers Bloom (Short story)
⚜ Harald and The Dragon (Short story)
⚜ Those Were The Days (Novella)

Thank you for dropping by, and I hope you enjoy what you read!