Death

So, it’s been a while. If you are missing my inconsistent storytelling, you’ll be wowed and shocked by my relentless three chapters a week that I now release on Wattpad 😛 If you aren’t sold, I enjoyed crafting this particular chapter so much that I thought I would share it here (also helps it works…

The art of conversation with almost-strangers

Generally speaking, storytellers do well at dinner parties. Like, sometimes I hear myself talking to someone I barely know, and I think, “Seriously Jo, you should shut up and tell normal stories.” But I love telling stories, and I love hearing them. And I have a guilty pleasure in matching the best stories from my…

Happy World Goth Day 🧛🏻‍♀️

Don’t try to steal attention from the light. Happy World Goth Day 🖤🖤🖤 (thanks to my Master Of Dates and Occasions, @rebeccaamyfinch for reminding me!) It was providence then, that I put on my black lipstick today 😂. I decided to share one of my 17-year-old-Goth-me thoughts (below). My opinions have probably changed and evolved…

How do I get out of this rut? A gothic word.

Have you ever been in a rut? I feel like so many of us have been in this place lately. You know what I mean. It’s not specifically a financial rut, a relationship rut, a job satisfaction rut, a creative rut. Maybe it is a bit of all of these in someways, and yet, I’m referring…

The red regret. A vampire drabble.

As occasionally happens with the curious creatures of the night that I meet along the road, they do sometimes return. Surprisingly, Rihan wasn’t gone for very long at all. Only a breath, only a moment, and she returned in a flicker of light and shadow with another small chapter to her life, a glimpse into her mind…

The crawling darkness

This is an old one. A poem wrote many dark nights ago (okay, years ago) and just for fun I thought it may like to see the light of day. Notably, it’s a darker take on a line by Wordsworth, inspired in the first line I use.   The crawling darkness. JR Manawa. darkness falling from…

The Winter King (Part Four)

And now, the final part… The Winter King. Part Four. J R Manawa. Darkness fell over the land as the Enchantress stood and turned to face the king. Her eyes shone as black as her heart, and the quiet innocence with which she had seduced him now melted away completely in the face of his betrayal….

For love of night.

Here’s a quick one for you. A love poem. A romance with light versus the seduction of night. Bare your soul… For love of night. J R Manawa. You and I are unique, the sun and the moon. You light up the world while I bring the night. You leave shadows, I birth starlight. I am the…

The flower boy

Would you prefer fairy tales or poetry? Dreams and visions, or pain? Would you like to be built up and given hope, or stripped down and laid bare? Let’s start you off with some pain… the flower boy. JR Manawa. In the deep valley where the special flowers grow They bloom and they dance and…