• Eventide

    Noun: the end of the day, evening (old English) The sun dipped behind the trees that stood jagged and tall around the crumbing path of dirt and rock. A light wind rustled between leaves and pinecones dangling from branches above.…

  • Life & Goals

    This post is a day late because somehow I scratched my eyeball and it’s a lot harder to do things with one eye than I would have thought. (I also definitely scratched my eye because I’m growing my nails out…

  • Writing Playlist: The Feels

      Hello, people! Today is a simple music post because on Friday I have a super exciting one! Honestly, it’s mostly just exciting for me, but either way—exciting!   Typically when I write, I play movies scores or instrumentals in…

  • Fearless Fate

    One lesson that I’m constantly reminding myself—and that I just recently took to heart—is to continuously put yourself and your dreams out there. Take every chance you get that involves your passion. Create your own chances. Even when you expect…

  • Where It All Went Wrong | 18

    “Where are we going?” The bedroom light had turned on just as Lucy had turned it off. She hadn’t even made it to her bed. Her eyes locked with Sullivan’s and after a moment he jerked his head towards the…

  • Nightmares

    Every so often a dream catcher must be “emptied” of the nightmares it has caught.   “Sir, he found her.” A wiry woman walked into the room with windblown hair and wide eyes. “He found her,” she repeated. Kate Young…

  • Where It All Went Wrong | 17

    Her head hurt and her back hurt. Her stomach hurt, too. So did her legs. Lucy hurt. She opened her eyes, but stayed stiff as a board. She was in her room at the village and it was dark. Slowly…