It wasn't that we couldn't cross the bridge. The bridge decided who crosses it.
Category: Short Stories
The Long Way Home
She grabbed his arm and dragged him down the street. The crowds blurred until he only focused on his friend's enthusiasm.
Dreaming of Things
I can ignore the nudges if warranted. My dreams, however, refuse to be suppressed.
Edge of Novelty Is Uncertainty
Some thoughts on novelty, uncertainty, and transition.
Breathe the Sky
"I had to trust in myself. I had to trust in nature. I had to trust that everything will work out." Her hands tightened around the walking stick. "That trust is what you'll need more than anything."
The Horizon
Life existed beyond the gilded city, the wall, and the forest.
A Path of Blue Ember
The blue path reminded me of blueberries.
Smoke in the Forest
I needed to make it nearly impossible to turn back and give up on a better life.
