I make things with paint and words and light. I was once described as an asshole with Mr. Rodgers vibes.
"The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room" -me This was the final stop, the last safe house before the border. It had been years, close to five if I had been counting correctly, five years to travel just over a thousand miles, three safe houses, a bunker, then another safe house, each time I had been put in handcuffs, in a blindfold, given some sort of pill that made me tired, confused. I thought most of the travel had been underground, but I probably will never know for sure. I hadn't stepped foot in outside air for over a decade, I was four, it was for less than five minutes. I often dream about what it's going to be like when I cross.
- Runner-Up in Full Moon Challenge
Once again Solance was trying to wing her way through a storm before the lights came up over the horizon, she had no interest in bumping in to any of her kin these days, soft as they had become since they had decided, collectively that they would show and humble themselves to the humans.