Kael Islingr Writing

Sam stood at the entrance to the cave, his palms were sweaty, and it felt like his heart was going to break out of..

A lonely house, all alone A purple door illuminates the entrance Alone in a town of 500 Alone, but no..

AJourneytoSafetyMynameisAdamAndI’mfreeTodowhatIchooseWhetherIwinOrloseIlivedinawarmandmellowhomeFilledwithsafety,andpeaceBuiltinmyyouthAmidstaDa..