There’s something I’ve been struggling with for a while now.
It’s pretty embarrassing. I’m not thrilled even letting it take up space in my brain, but sometimes problems just bubble up out of you, ya know? I don’t even know what to call it–I barely really know how to describe it–but I guess since I’ve already drawn attention to it, I’d say it was something like…
…I just can’t seem to catch up to myself.
A valley rested between two great mountain ranges, holding a golden lake. The lake’s water shimmered in the mid-day sun, and its waves crested rich and bright. All sides stretched into ivory sand, then to swaying grass, before ending at the trunks of tall, deep green pine trees. Their branches swayed in the gentle wind.
A short story featuring Xeno Alistel and his trusty companion, Rhiley Uran.
There’s a fatal flaw to being a Hero. This is something that I’ve struggled a lot with, actually. It’s one of those things that comes up whether you want to…
Two children skittered through darkened streets on their way to steal a treasure. In the dead of night, beneath a glittering sky, they raced through alleys in dark green hoods….
Green leaves fluttered on a warm June breeze. On some early morning, as the last rainy months of spring touched cusps with blooming summer, I sat at a window and…
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