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
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
Angel Breath 