Fantasy

I forfeit you often in tiny moments lingering like age.. To a titanic of an opponent I know I will never defeat. You. You're the mighty unbreakable...

Today I did not sit at my desk in the office, crying in a violent and catastrophic manner, losing all emotional regulation. I did not smash anything...

The words of a story leap off the page. I've read that sort of thing in book reviews before. Maybe they seem to. Mama's words are different. They do...

Foreglade did not acknowledge Rala’s presence at first even though it was he who had summoned her to his office. He took his time organizing odd looking flasks and instruments on a large wooden shelf and did not turn to face her before she spoke.