From The Forest
1. Nothing else seemed to matter. I could only see the red nylon bag in front of me, and my wrapped fist as the two collided, time and time again. I couldn't see the mirror at the back of the room, nor the pale yellow...
A Protector
1. I felt like I was adrift in a sea, gently floating along its blue surface. My face was dripping with salty, bitter water, but I didn't care enough to wipe it away. My spirit, for the first time in so long, felt like it was at...