Valla trudged through the forest. Continue reading “Banshee”
Reflexes honed by repetition, Sanction breathed normally when she woke. Continue reading “Don’t Sleep”
The glare of the morning sun hit her face. Zurie groaned pulling her pillow over her head to hide from the day. With a gasp she sat up. Today was the day. The small tattoo that would define her life, would have appeared on her arm.
N. R. Tucker 