hope

An arrow, painted a brilliant sea green with glitter adorning its fletched feathers, would find itself embedded deeply into the wood of the Greygate noticeboard. How it got there remains to be seen. Furled around its shaft, held by twine, was a parchment. It held a passage written in spidery...

(This is part one of an origin story for one of my characters. Expect the next few parts anywhere from later tonight to a week from now) “You… You’re hopeless, you know that, Henry...?” The words still lingered in the back of the Kathar’s mind, tormenting him to the very core. The only...

Milo let his hair fall into his face,the skin under his eyes dark from many sleepless nights,hoping it would cover them. Another tear slid down his cheek as he wrapped his arms around his chest and tucked his chin into the collar of his jacket,eyes lifted towards the sky where the light of the...