“At a certain age, the world will try to cast off your childhood blanket in the pursuit of reality, but…

Lily had her head rested in the crook of her elbow, staring at the hands on the clock, ticking at…

The hills were dying. The dirt underfoot had turned from a rich red to a dull black in a similar…

They move like ants. Up and down and back up again, scurrying into their hiding holes with some purpose I…