Casey Marie
Stories (3/0)
The Wanderer
Life without my dad has been almost painfully normal. I’ve always thought about him in another era, one ancient and primal where he belonged, wandering an unknown world. I think he was one of the last of a certain kind of person, and the mundane world I was raised in was crushing at times for him. He was the odd one, the one who lived for extremes and wild places, and telling stories about him sometimes feels like fiction, even though I was there and I know that some people really are the main character, gloriously flawed and inherently special.
By Casey Marie2 years ago in Wander
Winging It
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, or the fair folk in the northern forests.. Unicorns in upstate New York.. witches in Wichita.. You get the idea. Like one of the Grimm brothers threw up all over the country, maybe even the world, but that’s unconfirmed. We haven’t had contact with the majority of the globe since the satellites went dark over a decade ago, and the oceans are a no-mans land full of leviathans and who knows what else.
By Casey Marie2 years ago in Fiction