No one tells you about The Wall.
My attempt to find words in a week of internal turmoil.
I don't fear heights. I don't fear the dark. I don't fear tiny spaces. ...and I definitely don't fear spiders.
I couldn't find the words this week so here's a doodle of a rock. Thanks for stopping by!
She stands on the barren soil, gazing into the nothingness.
What is your wish for love?
We all have those late nights once a and while that morph into something out of a horror, right? Right?
I read a lot as a child. I still read a lot as an adult. Most authors will tell you this is where they realized that they wanted to write a book. A novel that enraptures the reader and sends them on a journey that stays with them long after the last page. I was… Continue reading Owning Up to Being a Short Storyist