Subjectivity: Chapter Fifteen

The wind drifted lazily through the spindly, snow covered trees and rustled their weak beings. Swaying to and fro with the intermittent ...

The Forest

Dreaming on green, stars wake me from my defeat, with an urgent plea to kiss the sky, and treasure all the friends that I meet. ...

The Stormwatcher

The snow and cold bit at his exposed skin, the winter wind snaked through his armor and tore at his core, stripping away his warmth. ...

Subjectivity: Chapter Fourteen

“We have movement on the south gardens, ma’am! Looks like they’ve broken down the south gate.” One voice cautioned nearby. The room was ...