Cheyenne Leigh
Joined May 2021
0 stories
Bio
I often let others do the heavy lifting for me when it comes to being whisked away to another reality, but sometimes I find a story in my head that wants to be set free, and so I write.
Stories (1/0)
The Womb
She stood in the nursery and placed her hands over the belly that held her baby. Her hands were cold, as they always were, but soon began to warm up as she stroked back and forth, and she tried to imagine her palms radiating a protective forcefield around her developing child.
By Cheyenne Leighabout a year ago in Fiction
