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Well, Hello Again!

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Almost a year to the day since I wrote a "Return" post, I emerge from the mushy mud that is my part of Australia currently. I just want to ramble a bit about me, my blog, my art and my writing (not in that order, because - rambling over here) Blog-ness For years I wanted to blog and write, like all the amazing people whose blogs I read. But every time I sit down to write one of these post I can't help but think, Does anyone want to actually read this? I criticise my posts to the point where I just abandon them. But I am trying to learn to embrace the mess and try and see it as something beautiful, hence why a few years ago I wrote this at the top of my blog. Even with that there I never posted much here, I want to try and change that though. No, I won't be regular (I am NOT that kind of person) Yes, it'll still be chaotic and messy. But the point is we're gonna roll with it 😉 Me  Now me. I've changed my 'About' fairly often to try and keep up with
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Return and Update

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 Amazing how something invisible can change the world in a matter of months. With all the recent going ons in the world, life ran away with me, so here I return to hopefully continue this blog journey.  Still as usual I don’t have much of a plan to as to how I will keep this going, but we will find out how it happens together. Things to watch out for: Custom post picture (like one above) with some posts  A book review I was meant to do months ago 😅  An art update post with some of my recent pieces 🎨 A possible new blog series 📝 Stay tuned! Estella Kate
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Guardians of Allura, Short Story

Here is the last GoA short story about Willow,  Eclipse stood under the full moon. She had to know for sure, had the time come? The Unicorn's black coat glimmered in the clearing and her mane shifted as she lowered her horn to gently touch the grass. She closed her eyes and let the visions come.  Eclipse sighed as the pictures faded. She knew what must be done and she could not change it even if she tried. "Eclipse?" Willow quiet call drifted across the clearing. Eclipse raised her head but did not turn to the sound of bare feet walking on the grass.  "Eclipse," Willow said as she came to a stop beside her, "Is everything alright?" Eclipse raised her eyes to the stars. "I hope so." she turned in the direction Willow had come from. "Come, we must sleep, tomorrow I want you to play for me."   The sun rose over Allura, waking the sleepy land. Willow clambered down the tree she had slept in, her belongings tied around her waist.  With a
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Update

So... I had planned for this post to be the last Guardians of Allura (I going to refere to this as GoA from now on) short story, but it has not been written yet. So this is going to be an update post. First, I did Camp Nano last month. I did not reach my goal this time, but was able to give a bit of plot to the story (that will remain secret til it's done).  My writing goals for this month are to edit White Foot, and give it to some people to read. And to finish a short story I was supposed to write last month. Second, I have an idea for this blog that I'm playing around with, I have not  officially decided if I'll do it yet. And lastly, I am terrible at coming up with things to write, so that all. Estella Kate
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Guardians of Allura, After the Beginning

Here's another short story. This one comes after Guardians of Allura #1 and before #2. I wrote this because someone I know keeps asking about this series, particularly these characters, so til I write the books here you go. Faith peeked in; Midnight sat staring into the fire in the centre of the room. The burning red flame danced within its ice crystal prison and lit the cave with a blue light. "Midnight." Faith called. The black werewolf turned to her with a rustle of wings. "Yes?" "I going to the village, would you like to come?" She asked. Midnight rose and came to stand beside her in the entrance to the cave. "You know I have to watch the Door." "You’re always watching the Door, I'm sure you can leave it for a little while." Faith said brushing her furry wing against his. He looked at her and replied, "I made a promise and I must keep it." Faith sighed, "Fang." she called out. The young werewolf scrambled
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Guardians of Allura, A Short Story

It's been a while since I posted one of these, if you want to read the others  here and here . Willow was back in the garden again. The red roses and white lilies were arranged exactly as she remembered them. And in the centre of the garden was the huge oak, its leaves always red. Under the oak Alicia sat beside her on the bench. "Willow," Alicia said to the young girl, "Do you think you can keep a secret?" Willow shifted on the bench and looked up at her, "Sure." Alicia drew a necklace from her pack. She held it up for Willow to see. A simple round Obsidian stone hung from the silver chain. "This is a very special stone." Alicia explained as the stone twirled around though the air. "And I want you to look after it. But you must never show it to your Aunt or let her take it." Alicia dropped it into Willow's hand. "I won't." Willow replied staring at the stone. "Alicia!" Ashera's voice echo through th
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Lest We Forget

So I know it's not April, but I needed something to post. So here is a flash fiction. April 25th At the end of the alley the metal soldier stood forgotten. He stared down the paved path, his arm raised in an eternal salute. The rust had crawled over his features, and a spider spun a web in the crook of his arm. An old dried bottlebrush wreath lay at his feet. If only someone remember. The old lady walked slowly down the road; a crown of rainbow flowers graced her head. She paused outside the cake shop. Something nagged at the edge of her mind. Finally, she grabbed it. April 25th She hurried off and before long she stood infront of the metal soldier in the long-forgotten alley. She removed the flower crown from her head and replaced the dried wreath at his feet. And said three words. Three word that were engraved on the soldier’s pedestal. Three word that should never be forgotten. "Lest We Forget." Estella Kate
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