#writingwonders
This month I am going to focus on a #fantasyseries of books I began a long time ago that I call my Threads Series that I want to return to and decide whether I should #self-publish.
#writingwonders
3. What is the criminal justice system like in your world?
It depends a great deal on your ability to do magic. No magical ability? Then it's pretty much the same system as we have. The very slightest trace of magic in you?
Well, let's just say there's a facility for them, and that's something Siona Stewart is trying to find out more about for her clients.
Now that I have been here a week or so, I thought I would provide a more detailed #introduction
I am Lauren - an academic lecturer by profession (#EnglishLit and #AcademicWriting). Owned by a Jack Russell named Tobie, I enjoy tea, books, painting, sketching and coloring.
"You've freed me," declared the small winged lady emerging from the ornate bottle I'd recently purchased at a spooky garage-sale from the gothic manor at the end of the lane, "What wish may I grant?"
I thought long and hard, while also struggling with the fact magic was either real or I had lost my mind.
"I wish," I finally decided as she nibbled my leftover pizza crust, "That my kitchen drawers never become jammed."
The mall had always been a labyrinthine temple to capitalism. I used to enjoy my trips there, but then came my first job.
I was too plain for the boutiques, but the basic shoe store was ecstatic to have me; everything would always be closed and dark by the time I clocked out.
Once I somehow got lost - I couldn't believe it. More unbelievably was the minotaur who escorted me to the parking lot.
My trash had been raided again, and the trash-collectors had given me another stern talking to about making their jobs harder, as well as passive-aggressively ignoring my recycling.
I laid down traps, having rejected poison, but it happened again.
Frustrated, I set up a camera to film whatever wild-life was doing this.
I did not expect to capture a young lady in a sparkly tiara and ragged gown with a small army of rats and raccoons.
The Gorgon's Gaze was a popular meeting place for young witches, matronly witches and even ancient crones found it to be a good place to keep up with the Popular Trends.
At 97 years, the youngest crone gleefully flashed her glittering acrylics and platformed boots with real beehives in the soles; best worn while collecting ingredients in the wildflower fields.
The gorgon herself kept an eye on everyone, both as barista and bouncer.
When I was small, I believed my granduncles' old tub was a time machine. This was partially their fault; sometimes, after I exited, they would dress up as historical figures and have high tea with me and then insist I take another dip to clean off my face... And lo, I would be back to the present, with my granduncles wondering where I'd been.
Turns out it's the transport pod to their spaceship and suddenly my gills made sense.