Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
3 Steps to Soothe Overstimulation
Let’s face it, sometimes, we live in a world that doesn’t know how to be quiet. Don’t get me wrong, that’s not always a bad thing. So many amazing parts of existence come from the busyness around us — birdsong, children playing hopscotch on the sidewalk, a roommate reciting poetry romantically at two in the morning.
King with the Scales of Amber
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Ersoa told him once when he was young and full of spite. Nearly the size of a pixie, Viori and the rest of the clutch were still vulnerable to predators, so they remained hidden in their cliffside nest while their mother hunted and gathered meat. Viori was the most curious, always poking his head over the desiccated bramble to peek at the new world. He was ready to explore, but she would keep them there for much longer than he desired, something he would often grate about in his teenage years.
Guardian of the Wingless
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The Valley wasn’t always burning, and the skies weren’t always hazed with ember clouds. The days didn’t always feel as long and hopeless as this one — the day of the firestorm, the unexpected surfacing of buried history.