Writing

Twenty years since I left you, And Heaven hasn’t changed. Your mansion is waiting on the hilltop. I even carved in all of your names. The st..

Does a rose not feel pain when you prick your finger on its thorn? Do angels argue and cry through a thunderstorm? Does the sun not s..

January, 14, 2016. Amy sat down in the small room she was thrown in; her legs were badly bruised, and her skirt had a huge tear in it. “Mom,..

“Cast!” Sara cried out, while looking around the remains of the bridge. “He can’t be gone” she muttered; she wiped the t..

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