Tag: Charlotte Christianson

We Didn’t Start the Fire (Lady Charlotte Christianson)

 Lady Charlotte Christianson watched helplessly from behind the castle walls as the world exploded around her. A seemingly infinite array of bright flashes peppered the evening sky and she did not know what was happening. She was frustrated and scared.…

Origins: Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places (Charlotte Christianson)

Twelve-year-old Charlotte Christianson burst through the door of the servant’s quarters, startling Michael’s mother. Mary glared at her. “May I help you, Miss Charlotte?” she asked through gritted teeth. “Where is Michael?” Charlotte asked, foregoing all pleasantries. “My son is…

If I Should Die Before I Wake (Charlotte Christianson)

Lady Charlotte Christianson was sprawled out on the floor of her loft. Clara, the maid, was anxiously trying to understand what had happened. “Lady Christianson?” she called out again, the knot in her stomach tightening. Clara knew it was futile…

Origins: Everlong (Charlotte Christianson)

Fourteen-year-old Michael shielded his eyes from the sun as he held his breath, watching Charlotte. He loved her so much. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to her. Twelve-year-old Charlotte Christianson grinned as she nimbly made her way…

Sea Witch Way She Went (Charlotte Christianson)

Lady Charlotte Christianson shivered underneath her covers. Her long dark hair was now plastered to her forehead and cheeks, which were damp with sweat. Her fever had spiked. She looked bleary-eyed at the figure that shimmered next to her bed.…

Tripping the Light Ferntastic (Charlotte Christianson)

Lady Charlotte Christianson breezed into the meeting room, gently swaying her hips as she made her way to her seat. (Lady Charlotte Christianson barged into the meeting room, stumbling around a bit as she tried to find her chair.) “Fernles!”…

Origins: Can’t Fight This Feeling (Charlotte Christianson)

“Michael?” ten-year-old Charlotte Christianson called out, her voice barely above a whisper. Michael seemed to appear from nowhere, looking concerned. “Yes, Miss Charlotte?” he asked quietly, staring down at her. “I do not care!” she blurted out, holding back tears.…

Thanksgiving Part 3: Street Cred (Charlotte Christianson)

Lady Charlotte Christianson watched the pair, unsure of whether she felt more disgust or curiosity. They were Magincians. Charlotte wrinkled her nose as they made their way over to her table. Apparently they knew Fern. As they exchanges words, Charlotte wondered…

Thanksgiving Part 2: The King is Dead-ish (Charlotte Christianson)

Lady Charlotte Christianson immediately regretted not taking any “medicine” when she saw the cross-eyed buffoon had wandered over to her table. Tias excitedly asked if she had received his note. Through clenched teeth, Charlotte demanded an explanation. After a long…