Sometimes, normally on Thursdays, I think that if I could read minds I wouldn’t even notice.
Surprise, now you’re expected to… By D.I. Jolly
Ben opened and closed his mouth a few times still unable to remember how to speak as his face shifted from bright red to ghost pale and back
Magic by D.I. Jolly
When a child is touched by magic it is always a specific type of magic that touches them, but it does not condemn them to be that way forever. For instance, I first discovered I had the gift through anger and it is in fact Chaos that my magic is rooted in.
The Floor of my Soul By D.I. Jolly
They hadn’t been having problems exactly, but things had settled down a lot from when they first met. They had their routine and it was nice, but not exciting.
The Mighty Hunt For New Employment By D.I. Jolly
I’m not unemployed I’m a writer. It’s a wonderful thing to say, and although true, the two statements are not mutually exclusive. I am unemployed and I am also a writer.
Precious Gift by D.I. Jolly
Precious Gift by D.I. Jolly I have something for you, something I didn’t realise I had taken from you, or … maybe you gave it to me, I can’t tell. I’m going to give you your life back. How, you ask, by taking myself out of it. Somewhere on this road we’ve been walking you…