The two boys giggled to themselves as they rushed along the sandy shore. One had a large bag slung over his shoulder, the other carried two folded chairs in hand. Their spare hands were clasped together as their feet kicked up sand behind them. The sun beat down on them, warming their skin and lighting…
The three of them moved to the bed, clutching to each other. Kailee began to cry, the smell of the heavy smoke and the sound of flames licking up walls to reach them couldn’t be drowned out. Even as her mother tried to sing her a lullaby, and her father continued to wave fresh air…
The air was damp and cool as Awyn moved through the meadow. Like many other mornings, he paused by the river to take a moment to breathe and let the negative energies wash away with the current. He rose from the riverside, before moving on to pick fresh herbs and plants for the day. As…
What inspires your writing?
A lot of my experiences in everyday life, as well as other peoples’ stories that I get to hear throughout the day.
How did you start writing?
I started writing from a young age, mostly for class projects to try and make my teacher or peers laugh and want more.
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