Welcome to the first of what I hope to be many pieces inspired by the writing prompts submitted by my Twitch viewers! I am very excited to see where this journey takes us and I am looking forward to all the things that I can create with the help you all give me. This first […]
A memory wriggled itself out of the hell of its archive.
Pearson had wanted to wear a jacket when he got out of bed. He loved jackets.
In ages past, our people were few. We could not grow in numbers as constant travel to tap into scarce sources of food kept us at humble numbers. In these days, the careful harvest of the Stoneborn Fig sustained us.
It’s me. Alone in this single room. This uncovered box.
I had read the Words. The same as anyone else. They meant as much to me as they did to the others.
What started with those five plants eventually grew into the many hundreds that adorned the Green Wall.