Heather Patton
Bio
I can usually be found reading a book, anything from SciFi / Fantasy Adventures to Paranormal Romance. I love writing, DMing a small tabletop D&D gaming group, and playing video games with my husband and two sons.
Stories (12/0)
The Fable of The She-Wolf Spirit
In the deep forests of the West, a pack of majestic wolves roamed freely. Among them, there was a strong and proud alpha wolf named Remus, who possessed a mate he called Luna. Remus was known for his power and wisdom, and Luna, though not as strong, was a caring and devoted partner.
By Heather Pattonabout a year ago in Art
A Little Magic
As the young fairy recited the final words of the incantation bright pulsing light erupted from her wand. The magic spell she had been practicing for months finally worked. A golden thread appeared before her, weaving into a shimmering tapestry depicting her deepest desires. She reached out to touch it with a shaking hand but as her fingers passed through the light, the tapestry vanished, and she was left with only a sense of longing. In that moment she realized that the true magic wasn't in the spell itself but in the journey of discovering what truly mattered to her.
By Heather Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Traveling Timmy
Traveling Timmy took Tina to Tanzania to trek through the towering trees. They then traveled to timeless Turin to taste toasted Taleggio tarts. Timmy thanked Tina, then toured Tokyo to teach traditional taiko tunes to teenagers. The tempo techniques thrilled them. That’s the terrifically talented Traveling Timmy; teacher, tourist, turophile.
By Heather Pattonabout a year ago in Poets
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk at the Old Lake Mont Resort, they would tell a story of the day Maggie Tate came to live. That is the day a thin break of light in the darkness began to grow as a force was exerted upon the wall outside the dark room. Dust particles danced in and out of the beam as the air was stirred up. Harsh scraping of wood across the floor broke seven years of silence. With a final push of force and a grunt of exertion the bright sunlight came flooding into the building, the darkness retreating into the corners. Layers of dust and cobweb covered mounds began to take the shape of large plastic drop clothes draped over tables and chairs.
By Heather Patton2 years ago in Fiction
