I saw him. He held a razor to his wrist, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. He kept whispering, "Just do it. Just do it. Just do it." I saw him, trying to convince himself to cut his life off, and I had no idea how to stop him, or if I should try. When … Continue reading Reaching Back
Belief has borrowed flavors, and we taste the memories of what has never come.
I kept my words inside and I never thought much of it, I couldn't feel how hurt that boy was
Balance is the eye of the storm, and remembering the wind.
You are Curiosity Seven moons had passed since the cub found the strange tree-thing in the clearing. He had grown strong, almost as big as his sire. Learning to hunt had made him fast and agile. However, the cub had a tendency toward being distracted easily. His sire and packmates were often displeased by the … Continue reading Glass & Gale pt III