Allison Carr Waechter’s worlds are always so lush and inviting. Here’s a collection for my writing desk inspired by Beneath the Alabaster Spire (TIO #2).

Wednesday’s got it right. A death stare’s so much better than a clenched-teeth smile. I’d rather be a stubborn stump dug deep than a willow bent and squashed beneath their feet.

A desk collection inspired by my current read The Bone Houses by Emily Lloyd-Jones.

I'm constantly finding pretty things, so I thought it'd be fun to curate little collections inspired by what I'm reading.

The play ends with no help from my “friends,” Merigold folding me so neatly into the evening’s script that she must have been forewarned of our attendance.

Thankfully my landing appears prepared, my graceful roll – all muscle memory – bringing me up beside Merigold. She beams, unsurprised

The show begins with a flash of blinding light as Merigold ascends the stage. She’s a vision, her presence commanding a level of attention I usually reserve for assassins and accountants.

An electric chill enters the air, both energizing and dreadful. Rach spins but doesn’t pull her sword. “Rachalynn.” The voice is as seductive as a warm chocolate brownie.