Author Note: It is Easter. This is a religious post. It is a story, as well, hence the ‘fiction devotional’ which is a bit of an experiment on my part. So if you choose to read, I hope you enjoy!
Author Note: It is Easter. This is a religious post. It is a story, as well, hence the ‘fiction devotional’ which is a bit of an experiment on my part. So if you choose to read, I hope you enjoy!
A Potion to Sleep That I might drink and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim… ~Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats
The host smiled at me from across the set. “Are you excited, Alison?”
“Very excited!” I smiled back, but not too widely. It wouldn’t do for them to see the missing teeth.
“What kind of man are you hoping to meet through this experience?”
What did any zom- er, girl, come on this show for? I knew exactly why I was here, and it had my mouth watering… but I probably shouldn’t tell him that.
Rebekah Loper writes character-driven epic fantasy featuring resilient women in trying and impossible circumstances who just want to save themselves but usually end up saving the world, often while falling in love.
She lives in Tulsa, OK with her husband, dog, two formerly feral cats, a small flock of feathered dragons (...chickens. They're chickens), and an extensive tea collection. When she's not writing, she battles the Oklahoma elements in an effort to create a productive, permaculture urban homestead.