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My online name, Lady Malora, is my main character in the fantasy novel I wrote called "Greyling: The Prophecy", under the author name D.B. Wright. Malora is small, mentally unstable and suspicious of everyone. In other words, she's just like me! Well, like me when I started writing her over 25 years ago. I'm still small and suspicious of everyone, but no longer mentally unstable. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it!)

I'm a transplant from N.J. who's lived in Arizona for way too long.

I've been writing poems and short stories since I was 5 years old, but Greyling is the first story I've ever published. Instead of losing creative control of my story (and to avoid the many rejection notices first time authors always drown in), I decided to go with print on demand at XLibris. So far, I haven't sold many books because of my lack of marketing skills, but at least my novel is the way I want it, and that's what matters most to me. I write because I love to write, not for fame or fortune, which is good because I don't have either! As far as I'm concerned, if you're not writing because it's something you enjoy doing, then you shouldn't be doing it. Life's way to short to not enjoy what you're doing.

So far, what I've posted here isn't a very good representation of what I can do, but then, I've been focused on one single project for too many years and a little out of practice when it comes to other subjects and styles. That's why I joined StoryWrite. Hopefully, I'll get back my versitility. Then again, I'm working on a second and third book in my Greyling series, so who knows...

(As you may have noticed, I tend to live most of my life tongue-in-cheek. As I said, life's too short...)

My Stories

  • When I fist saw you, surrounded by people laughing at your stories, with an easy, relaxed smile touching your lips, I thought you were handsome and witty, someone I wouldn't mind getting to know better. When you offered me yo
    100 words, 2 comments, March 19
  • As I walked down the street on that cold, wet winter day, I saw him. For a long time, I stood there watching him, pretending to be looking through the window of a department store. He was dirty and disheveled and obviously ho
    800 words, 3 comments, March 16
  • 200 words, 1 comment, March 15. In Children's story

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