Hope Martin
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Find my fantasy book "Memoirs of the In-Between" on Amazon in paperback, eBook, and hardback, in the Apple Store, or on the Campfire Reading app.
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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The Living Statues of Orthavos. Top Story - November 2024.
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished," A soft melodious voice spoke quietly, as the sound of footsteps and water dripping echoed around the darkness in which the group was walking. The sting of ocean salt had stung their eyes as they went deeper into the cavern that they had taken a small boat to, off the coastal cliffs to the kingdom of Arataur.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Fiction
Making Baklava Is Easy
Before we start - If this article bores you, please skip to the bottom below the recipe and read my little afterword! I understand my articles aren't for everyone - but I have a really important request for EVERYONE who ends up on this article down there. PLEAAAASE, with a cherry on top? Thank you very much for your time!
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Feast
The Greatest Baker And The B+ Foundation. Content Warning.
You Don't Have To Be A Parent To Imagine The Pain Of Losing A Child. It's a straightforward thing that even the cruelest, most selfish of humans can imagine. Even people who loathe the thought of children with the entirety of their existence know that when a parent does lose a child it's the most devastating thing in the world. I'm confident when I say that almost everyone (save for sociopaths and psychopaths) could empathize or sympathize with the mere thought of losing a child, to anything.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Families
October PSA: The Proper Way To Play With Ouija Boards
I Don't Talk About It A Lot But I Have 19 Years Of ...Paranormal Experience. Read this story and many others on Medium! I have a long history of cleansing negative energies from houses, and even removing unwelcome visitors from people. Spiritual attachments can be dangerous if left unchecked. Spiritual attachments, in my lineage, are defined as an unwelcome or unknown presence in the form of the manifestation of energy, whether that be spiritual energy or residual energy that is attached to one particular person or place.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Longevity
Memoirs Of The In-Between: Chapter 5
Chapter 5 I woke up the next morning with sunlight hitting my face from the window. My body resisted the urge to get up at first. I was still tired, but I was surprised when I moved, my body was not sore. There was not a single ache in my body, and I found myself feeling a surprising respect for the fast-talking girl who came to visit me last night.
By Hope MartinExclusive • about a year ago
The Ramen Tavern In Knoxville
Beer and ramen have been a part of the Japanese dining culture for a long time now. Beer is the most popular alcoholic beverage in most countries, Japan is no exception. Coupled with the yummy broth noodle dish that originated in China and became a popular comfort and staple dish in Japan.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Wander
Deep Well Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze
All photos were taken by Jessie Lynn Nelson from JLN Photography Making Memories As A Family Is A Huge Deal In My House I know I write a LOT about my family ootings (ooo-tings is the only correct pronunciation for 'Outing' anymore since we watched the anime Spy Family on Crunchy Roll). We don't get to do them often but when we do, we usually launch into our ooting at full energy. We take it seriously for many reasons, and each of them is trauma-related to our own childhoods.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Wander
Memoirs Of The In-Between: Chapter 4
Upon nearing the entrance to the city, we were greeted by calls from high on the top of the wall. I looked up to see what I assumed were black-garbed guards, waving down at us. Beyond the horizontal line of bubbles was the entrance to the city. A large gate opened outward by two doors, golden with protruding artwork in the shape of a large decorative shield – the same design upon the shield that CiCi held on her forearm. Above the wall, several large strange structures sat near the guards, and I noted some of the guards had long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows. I was staring at the strange arches, and large metal tubes that sat on rotating pivots, wondering what they were, when it seemed Vivian read my mind.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
Memoirs Of The In-Between: Table Of Contents
Prologue Free Chapter 1: The Fall of the Kobayashi Clan Free Hidden Chapter: Soul Sister With The Seafoam Scales Chapter 2: Alice And the Tisin Free Chapter 3: Arriving At Warrior City.Free Chapter 4: The Girl Who Talks Too Fast And Heals With Wind Free Chapter 5: Limbo School And Mr. Claus Chapter 6: Battle Training A Day Interrupted Chapter 7: A New Enemy Discovered Chapter 8: Confusion, Chaos, and Communication Hidden Chapter: A Snow Day Chapter 9: A Secret Revealed Hidden Chapter: The Pools Of Reflection Chapter 10: The Call of War Chapter 11: Moments That Will Never Heal or be Forgotten Hidden Chapter: Grief and Healing Chapter 12: Healing Moments Chapter 13: Love Finds A Way Chapter 14: When Friendship Conquers Death Chapter 15: Acknowledgement Chapter 16: The Gateway Chapter 17: The Battle Never Forgotten Chapter 18: Saying Goodbye is Never Easy Epilogue: Endings are Always Beginnings
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
Memoirs Of The In-Between Chapter 3
I looked at Alice, Malakaii, and the people around me before I fell hard to the ground. The entirety of my body hurt and that thing, I realized must have been one of those tainted souls that Malakaii had explained to me briefly before. I was angry at the fact that I had just killed a person. Still, that spirit had been going after Alice; it was either us or it. Even I can’t deny that I’d rather kill than be killed again. I looked at Alice now, who ran towards me. She was laughing with tears of relief in her eyes, and the flowers in her arms whipping up and down as she ran at me, kissing her cheeks with each step. She fell on her knees in front of me and threw her face into my chest. I quickly put the blade down, ignoring the twang of pain that separation from Estrakulius caused and the physical agony that the pressure Alice put on me created. I wrapped my arms around the little girl and felt like a fussy grandmother as I lifted her up and began to inspect her for wounds.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
