The Bluejay Nest
The third test loomed like the crimson horizon swelled. My trepidation solidified like a stone in my person.
Not-Ajand limped as if weak, but founded me a well. 132 more words
2 months ago
In the valley of lovers, I ventured only under starry night. The cacti were my cups, their spines stabbing my palms.
Of my truths, I had not thought, but brooded in dull fright. 134 more words
“Intense,” she said, insisting I was neither good, nor bad. She left soon after, but I never forgot Ajand.
Kpli called me, as it calls us all, and I went glad. 113 more words