Empress
Profile
- Name
- Empress
- City
- Albert Park
- Country
- Australia
- Joined
- Mar 2007
Wishbone, Morningside & Wolf Hollow eBooks
Listen to Bad Hair Nights @ Parade of Phantoms #2
“Quirky” – that’s the word I hear frequently.
I write short fiction that usually starts off as crime but twists into fantasy/sci fi/romance. It’s a lot of fun when it works the way I wanted, and often even better when it doesn’t.
I’m an Aquarius. I think that explains a lot.
Never give me roses. I know, they’re supposed to be symbols of romance and passion, but really… they rarely have a scent and fade too fast, assuming that they do in fact open.
New toy: Siren’s Gate
pirate avatar … thank you, Shanina Conway
Groups
Empress hosts Practising the Dark Arts and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and is a member of A Novel Idea, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Blue Room, friends of redbubble, Graphic Scratch, Greek and Roman Mythology, Group Competitions, Sci Fi and Writers' Market.
Journal Entries
Give Quarter
Posted 8 days ago, 4 comments so far.
Empty Cup
Posted 16 days ago, 4 comments so far.
me
Posted 24 days ago, 2 comments so far.
Cool for Cats
Posted 28 days ago, 4 comments so far.
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Posted about 1 month ago, 6 comments so far.
destination anywhere
Posted about 1 month ago, 2 comments so far.
my precious
Posted about 1 month ago, 13 comments so far.
why didn't i know...
Posted about 1 month ago, 24 comments so far.
accessorise or die
Posted 2 months ago, 1 comment so far.
red hot
Posted 2 months ago, 24 comments so far.
Art
Writings
Cat's Paw
The ache of need settled to a happy bubbling in her blood and she looked around through narrowed eyes for a source or at least another sign.
Thee and I
Those dusky locks once so smooth are of no interest to me, nor are the eyes compared to stars. I’ll use them better, to see the truth now in this moon cast mirror
Wink
He leant beside the exit, a long streak of darkness in the lush environment, warmed and as perfumed as the fabled Hanging Gardens.
Nightingale: 1
Holly H Kincaid glared at the microwave, daring it to explode.
Caveat Emptor
The old woman sniffed. ‘You speak to me of time? Best we save that discussion for after closing when the gin is handy.’
Freehand
Black the brush, blood red the ink; he watched them both from the corner of his eye.
