Emma is now a barbarian named Gulud in a team of monster-fighting adventurers. How will she hang onto who she is if she isn’t herself anymore?
A letter to Death from a woman.
Hidden within this world of walls, life, and darting trust is beauty and devotion. If you’re just willing to devote some time and risk yourself.
Listeners listen and talkers talk. Society works just well that way. And if listeners depend entirely on talkers, that’s alright, right?
There are things I wish you knew, things that people don’t tell you until it’s too late.
Have you ever felt alone surrounded by people or lonely when you were with someone?
In a room full of demands, who do you choose?
It was time to leave the middle school. Large yellow buses were waiting for the seats to fill […]
He called it destiny. We were partnered up in class to do a video project. We worked well […]
Growth, Chattering squirrels, Acorn-stuffed burrows: Plenty. Miles high, branches Fighting others for light, for space Growing green lines […]