PORTRAITS OF MY LIFE

The tick-tock-ing of a clock when I have nowhere to go, a thumb on infinitely scrolling with nothing to read, and a dark cloud inside my...

How does one start a blog? Why must words be so hard to throw onto this screen? Can't I just throw a picture there and be done with it? ...

“You know what is happening, then.” “Yes, Andine. We are about to be besieged.” “How do you know?” She stood, and gently knocked her own...

"Listen," said the Master, coughing. "Don't search the ends of the Earth looking for your happiness. Perfection is being happy with what...

"Transient guests are we." Doris Lang is in trouble. She has been preyed upon by a member of the Nobility - vampires that used to rule...

No. I was a smuggler, not a saboteur. And something smelled off about the whole thing. "I'm sorry, but this isn't my thing," I said....