There it was again. The scraping noise I heard every night for the last six months. It was like clockwork. It woke me when the moon was…
The creek behind Olivia’s house loomed from the tree line, seemingly growing larger as the sound of cicadas grew increasingly louder…
Dig deep.Dig deeply,deep into the dark,raw earth.Dig a refuge to restyour weary soul.A sepulchre underthe soil.