Writer. Artist. Left as f*ck. Author of The Five Realms. PTSD | ADHD. She/Her. BLM. 🏳️🌈
My heart, Forgive me if this letter grows long or disjointed. I find my thoughts full of you and as so often happens for those who live beyond several spans of years, these feelings are tied to memories of the past.
By Danielle Berggren9 months ago in Fiction
Stalks of tall corn rustled in the twilight. Thrushes cried out, as did thousands of cicadas, creating a persistent thrum, thrum, thrumming like a heartbeat, interspersed with the occasional scream of a fox or distant low of a cow.
By Danielle Berggren12 months ago in Fiction
The gleam of avarice in the buyer’s eyes was unmistakable as I pulled the heavy golden locket from its resting place. The leather cord looked incongruous next to its burnished, filigreed surface.
By Danielle Berggrenabout a year ago in Fiction
