Before she became a writer, Rose liked to think of herself as a storyteller. Why does she write? To keep telling stories - to anyone and anything that will listen.
“Nope.” I shut my eyes resolutely but I could still feel them staring. “No, I’m not going to be kidnapped by a dragon. Or dye my hair blonde. Or even get married to the next handsome prince that just happens to come along.” I opened my eyes just long enough to glare at the angel.… Continue reading Short Fiction | I Refuse To Be A Princess