Hatch Or Suffocate

The air is growing stale and close. I press my hands against the cool, smooth, gently curving surface surrounding me. Searching.

Footsteps Out Of Place

Once you made that fifth turn and could see the exit it would all go back to normal.

Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 2

Joy bubbled in Sam's throat and rattled against her diaphragm as she eased the shirt on - making sure nothing touched the sigils on her arm.

Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit

'Come on, Sam. You can do this.' Her heart pounded as she stared down at the illusion patches. Funny. The sigils painted on waxed paper looked kinda like temporary tattoos.

Few Problems Are Bears

"The trick is to see people as they are. Not how they project themselves, or how you see them."