Noelle picked up her pen in her 40s and looks forward to creating a space in her life as a writer.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. As Ty approached, the light drifted toward the interior of the cabin. Maybe it’s some teenagers or a vagrant. Normally Ty would not want to impose on uncertain company, but the snow was ankle deep, and his toes were frozen inside wet socks. He hoped the occupant would take pity on him.