I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5 I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
A Sea of Change!
A Sea of Change! People. Everywhere. I’m trying to walk through the hallways, but I go nowhere, lost in a sea. I’m dragged down into the depths of it. Down, down, down. Stay to the right! is screamed from the sky. The sky I wish I could reach. The walls greet me violently, and I welcome it, but I must leave it behind quickly and continue down, deeper into the sea. The sea of bodies.