Author: Ana Quinn

I lived in Christchurch, one of the largest cities in New Zealand for most of my adult life, until a change in family circumstances and personal for that matter brought me to where I am now, 4 hours North in a beautiful tourist town which, although is incredibly beautiful, is extremely dull, so it is a good thing that I have my loud family as distractions, not to mention a very vivid and over-active imagination. As a child, I used to write, and into early adult-hood but somewhere along the way, I lost my way if you like and blamed the following 15 years of no writing whatsoever as “writers’ block” but I believe now that I have actually picked up a pen again, that fear was a large part of it. Fear of writing some of my innermost thoughts, ideas and even fantasies on paper (or computer screen these days) and having them judged by others. Fear that it would not be good enough. Actually, although I haven’t written anything in story form I have taken part from time to time in forum roleplay stories and long running mmo storylines with others, so I suppose I didn’t quit completely. I’m a huge horror fan and a gamer from way back. I love everything by Stephen King, I’m a huge Silent Hill fan and I’ve played countless rpg horror games. So, in my spare time, which can be all too rare, often, I like to read, write (obviously) and play video games. I look forward to sharing my work (and underwhelming life) with you.

Back with the living

The truth was that Ana didn’t really know how long she had spent in the coma.  She knew she had been in one because she had been told so, but nobody had told her the exact period of time; that is, no one that was still around to tell her.  She had asked but nobody wanted to tell her either because they had all but given her up for dead so long ago that time had just got lost along the way, or maybe it was that they didn’t want to tell her and cause her more immediate emotional distress.  The question was dodged or answered with a question or diversion every time and it hadn’t taken long for Ana to give up asking entirely.  They’d tell her when they thought she was ready to know, she supposed, and the truth was, she didn’t care much just then, she was still too tired and all of the little energy she did have was spent on a daily basis trying to get her bearings again.  Either way, she had two eyes of her own and she could see that it had been a long time.

She looked visibly older.  She couldn’t judge how much exactly and wouldn’t want to guess; it could have been years or decades even.  There were definitely a few fine lines on her face that hadn’t been there the last time she faced herself in a mirror and at least a handful of grey hairs peppered through her hair.  Her face, once full and healthy was now gaunt and drawn, the dark circles under her eyes showing just how worn down she had become and perhaps how close to death also.  But she was here, alive, if not feeling incredibly lost and out of touch with everything, including herself.

What troubled Anaveya Blackcrest the most was the distinct lack of recollection of what had occurred before she had fallen into the long deep sleep.  What also troubled her was that she did recall who was missing now she was awake again.  Her sister was conspicuously absent and Kaeth, too.  Where was her family, she wondered as she absentmindedly ran her hand across her belly which bore a curious cross shaped scar that had also not been there before.  Where had her life gone?  Where was …

“Ssh, Mommy, don’t think about it now.  I’m still here.”

Ana startled at the sound of the little girls voice, a little hoarse and quiet as it had always been, and she felt an odd mixture of both comfort and uneasiness as she looked down at the eyeless girl in the faded blue dress as she pressed her pallid face against the woman’s side and wrapped her arms around her middle.  Reluctantly almost, she reached down and stroked the child’s hair once or twice and Eyla tilted her head up to her and smiled, an insidious sort of smile, the one that Ana instantly remembered that almost always came before the child had a brilliant yet terrible idea that she was about to put into action, or draw her mother into.

“I know where Daddy went.  He’s in trouble, Mommy, and we’re going to find him.”




“You gotta remember: Once, you were happy. Once, the world felt complete to you. Once, you’ve had the highest ups and the lowest downs. Because you always have to put in mind, that once, you lived. And whatever darkness and light it had, once can sometimes be enough.” ~  Comment credit – Neutral Solstice

Reason #18

These Things

Because it inspired so much cheesiness that one day wasn’t enough to observe it all and you know what else?  Every single such sentiment was and is the truth, in any case.  I’m so thankful for you.

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Reason #67

Because you changed the way I see everything.  I see and feel you everywhere, in the sunset, in the stars at night, a song on the radio, the numbers on a clock, my dreams.  Everywhere.  Nothing has been the same since the beginning, and nothing will ever be the same again.  I still have a lot to smile about and be grateful for.  Especially you.  Knowing you, even if for a short time in the larger scheme of everything was nothing short of miraculously unexpected in every way.  A one in a million chance, you might even say.  The good times, happy days and memories of you far outweigh anything else.  But God, do I miss you.  Your absence is felt like a part of my actual self is missing.  Time, no matter how much passes, will never change that.


One More Light


Reason #66

I wrote a whole notebook of reasons why, just for and about you.  I hope that means something to you, one day, or that it still exists, even.  And I still miss you.  You see, that’s what happens when you love someone, they’re never out of your thoughts for long, and every day without them just reminds you of their absence and you wonder how and what you did before they were there because you just don’t know what to do anymore now that they are not.


Haunt U

My time is here and I’m making it clear
Oh I love you my dear
But I’m going, I’m gone

Nothing worse than losing a friend
And the feeling you get when everybody that you love ain’t around
I really gotta get away from this town
I’m just waiting for a wave and I’ll drown

I ain’t gonna set you free
All you gonna get from me
Little bit a love and a little virtue
If I hurt you, I’ll end it all