Fiction
Red sat his tattered blue bag up against a rock on the hill. Jonathan pulled out his slingshot from among the folds of the jackets he had lugged up the frozen trails. Red and he began firing pebbles at the surrounding trees, playing horse with their shots. Red heard his
Fiction
James swept his hair nervously to the proper side of his face. He could hear the faint windchimes off his neighbor’s porch. The ching…ching………chingching nearly drove him to take them down again. The cacophony of sounds echoed in his ears. It was a welcome break from the
Essays
There's a part of me that really wants to rant about how my year started off poorly and ended with a diagnosis that made me want to scream at the sky. The first draft of this post was a full blown rant of me cursing out 2019, starting
Fiction
The Two Princes walked lightly among the fallen leaves of the Vale's forests, leading their horses by the leather harnesses given to them in Nvijer. Noah wore a hood, ensuring that his vision would not be obscured by the sunlight poking through the canopy created by the remaining