Part One
Living as time moved on was never easy, as people around me grew older I just stayed the same. Moving every few years or so, then always coming back after a couple decades when the people I had once knew were gone. Sad, yes bu...
If trees could speak, they'd say nothing, for they've found peace; learned to let it be. They'd stay silent, swaying in the breeze. At least, this is how it seemed.
Deep in the forest, blazing new ways for other...
“He has no pulse,” wielding an index and middle finger, my mom's perfectly round eyes catch me in the doorway. I run to the kitchen, snag a sandwich bag, and tear a small hole in it as I bolt back upstairs. Darting into t...
