Purgatory
I yawned heavily as the birds chirped from outside. The gold early morning sun beamed through the gaps between the blinds. I scratched my...
The Icy Core - Narrative excercise
The Icy core is one of isolation and silence. Cold and barren, no one seems to stay long. Those that do stay grow weary, they struggle...
A Hero's Loss
The fire crackled lightly as I sat there thinking, feeling calm staring into the flames. This was my third night on watch in this small...
