You arrived at the party two hours late, greeted your hostess and tried to minimize the stink-eye by passing over a ten dollar bottle of plonk that you picked up at losers-r-us just before it closed. Wandering nonchalantly over to the buffet table you curse your impulsive decision to skip dinner. All that’s left are … Continue reading Sometimes you get stale crackers.
Sometimes the things your story demands can break your heart. I cried so much writing this section, but Siann is a healer, she had to try to heal Ihkopi. She had to try... ### Siann entered the healer’s hut, hands shaking with fear. The snakes in her heart had been whispering that this moment would … Continue reading Sometimes writing breaks your heart.