T. L. MacRae

Cole has everything he could want; a respectable job, loyal friends, a new girlfriend whenever he pleases. Cole is charming, a perfect representation of modern masculinity.

“I am already a ghost. The girl everyone only loved when she was either high or drunk. The women made invisible by recovery” It is easy to cast judgement upon others you may say, can I do that to myself? Dearest, that is what I do best!

None of what happened in my marriage had to happen. My ex-husband selected me to marry; to be his wife in sickness & health, until death do we part. He chose his actions, he chose to abuse me. I would never have left him if he had just been decent to me. I forced myself to endure his torture &...

Once upon a time in a Kingdom of Lavender and Roses, Princess Kyranna was the Snowlight King’s greatest possession. A prize for the kingdoms across the vampire continent of Meddussisa to battle and conspire against one another to win her immortal hand for all eternity.

"Wishing upon shooting stars. Falling in love with the earth, the sky. And everything between. My dreams tell me secrets. Then come true" The next poetry collection in A Season of Poetry; Sad Faery Poems Volume Three is a further expression into one's own magic, whimsy and playfulness. Life has...

Lola. “I was only going about my boring little life and yet, something felt off, funny. A strange feeling that engulfed me no matter where I went or who I spent my time with. It was almost, no, it can’t be. Yet, I was sure someone had been inside my home. I didn’t think anyone would believe me.

In the third instalment of the series, Conversations with Myself is a deeply shattering collection of poems about survival and hope. Hope, once a negative influence, now a possible bright light and worthy companion.

Russell told Melody that if she ever left him, he would hunt her down across the world. Nowhere would be safe. She’d have nowhere to hide, no one would be able to help her. Taking her chance, Melody left him and never looked back...

Sad Faery Poems Volume Two is a continuation at actively choosing to live life in a present manner after a lifetime of isolation, avoidance and disassociation.

When abused again by another man, Scarlett falls into an intense void of anguish and torment. Screaming and crying to the heavens for God or the angels to protect and help her. Her cries go unanswered and time passes slowly.

A short collection of poems about Christmas time. Christmas is supposed to be magical, a fun time of year. Christmas has never been about Christianity or religion for me. It was always a time of abuse and fear, a time when family was forced to be in close proximity.

“A tempestuous ocean to my infernal volcano. You will drown me. Before I get a chance to burn you alive” Raw, provocative, and sexy. Kink Erotic Poetry is a mixture of fantasy and reality. Poetry and fiction. It is pleasure indulged. What’s real? What’s fiction?