Parenting. Writing. Teaching. Geeking. Honorary grandson of the late @TheRealNimoy. I manage the Weekly Writing Exercise at G+’s Writers’ Discussion Group.
And then, a Voice. It sounds female, but that doesn’t really mean anything.
Olivia traipsed down the wooden stairs. She could hear her grandmother busying herself in the kitchen on the ground floor. She…
Up in the Mountain, there lived Azad. Azad was a Monster. He was sure of that, because her mother had told him so.