The Trials
I have never really belonged anywhere. Never truly been respected by anyone. That ends today. I stand at the entrance to the trials with the others. Some have already…
Blood In the Soil
I wonder what they see as I tend to my garden. I can feel their stares, hear the mutters they exchange behind their hands. Do they wonder how I…
The Dark Road
The moonless night is dark—oppressively so—and the beam of light emitting from the front of my bike does little to dispel it. It’s okay. I know these roads, I’ve…
