Sometimes people ask me when I knew there was something different about me. Well, maybe not in so many words, but I know exactly what they mean. The thing is, I don't remember ever not knowing. I felt fine with that, since everyone sucked. Smart-assed prissy pants who never cared about anything other than their own… Continue reading #writingdaily | Jasper
I met someone like me once - a human who doesn't die - and discovered a missing part of my life's story. Up until the morning I stumbled upon her in that crumbling and gutted house, I thought I was cursed. But she helped me hear the still, small voice and finally understand. She opened… Continue reading #writingdaily | once
Fear was always the prelude to the dark. That conflict raging inside all of us waiting for each daily choice which would, finally, give us no way out of its festering grasp. Or, so it would have us believe. Some of us use the fear and the dark whispers as our motivation—“a means to an… Continue reading #writingdaily | Angeline
Angel Breath 