Get yourself a:
Co-mate,A partner in exileWho’ll walk, bike, and run with you,Until the last mile.
This is not a story of kings, nor is it a story of magic.
“It doesn’t taste like anything,” I said, biting down into the crispy, dry griddle cake.
“Why do you have so many books?”
Most days, our shadows do not stray from their domain. No match for the cleansing sun, they stretch away from us — long and deformed…
“Try it.”
“No.”
My ears won’t ever stop ringing, he thought, as he set his rifle on the ground next to him. Close enough to grab at a moment’s…
From where It sat, It could see below for miles and miles, thousands of miles, millions upon millions of miles. With each perspective…
When Isaac awoke, his first thought was not of breakfast, nor was it of the news of the day. He did not, like most, stretch or…
The house was, as always, still and silent in its watch of the Bay. Like most houses, the groans and creaks come in the…