Untitled by Savannah Norton
Her jeans grew damp from the wet grass as she watched the fireworks light up the night sky. It wasContinue Reading
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Her jeans grew damp from the wet grass as she watched the fireworks light up the night sky. It wasContinue Reading
Prologue: Varis clashed with his master, Siviis Glynn, the Archmage of the Sun. They threw bolts of shimmering fire atContinue Reading
Hate and fear of the different has diseased this country for centuries. It starts as a “phobia” or an “ism”Continue Reading
I’m three; my father and I live together. We don’t just share a roof; we exist and grow together. MyContinue Reading