"One of who?" Ezekial blinked, her ease of attitude setting him off course. The inky darkness behind her drew his focus as he scratched at the day's stubble upon his face. "I don't know what they call 'em." A sudden pop and spark from the fire muffled his gruff admittance. "Forget it." He stowed his… Continue reading #writingdaily | Ezekiel
Angeline closed her eyes, the dark around her holding a simple silence that only nature could weave. The wind teased the hood of her midnight-blue windbreaker and whistled a hello and good-bye, chased away by the warmth and light of the fire crackling cheerily into the minutes and hours. "Today felt good." Her simple response… Continue reading #writingdaily | left
There are two sides to everything. So many tones ring in my ears, whether or not I want to hear them. The bright song of those nearby whom hold a special place in the journey I tread. The dingy, tinny scraping of those who wish me ill simply because I have the light. The melancholy minor… Continue reading #writingdaily | Mira
Angel Breath 