willow j. ross
Bio
If your writing doesn't challenge the mind of your reader, you have failed as a writer. I hope to use my voice to challenge the minds of all those who read my work, that it would open their eyes to another perspective, and make them think.
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Stories (30/0)
Caged No More
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. That was untrue. She knew every inch of the image beyond the milky glass and had memorized every dull mound of gray sand beyond. But the feeling of the world beyond was unknown to her. The windowpane was crude, and the glass thick, blurring the image, offering only the faintest image of what lay beyond.
By willow j. rossabout a year ago in Fiction
The Imbalance of Evil
Tomorrow, concinnity will return to Ambraxas. "You're not ready," The finality of his words was defining. Ufaro stood near the entryway of the keep. His stature was strong and overbearing though he had seen hundreds of rotations in his lifetime. The kanaf robes hung from his shoulders ominously in the ashen air between them. The gray slits of his black pupils strained against the dark room. Torches lined the room, but the close of the century was near, and light struggled to break through the mist that covered the land.
By willow j. rossabout a year ago in Fiction
The Thief with the Emerald Eyes
The alley was nowhere near as dark as the ones Olivia had slept in as a child. More than an hour had passed since she had first crouched deep in the bushes beside the townhouse. From her hiding place, she had watched the elaborate carriage come and take both the master and mistress of the house away for their evening of entertainment in the town. The lady’s skirts had billowed around her as she descended the stairs accentuating their wealth. After they left, the candles in the house had been snuffed and movement beyond the windowpanes stilled. Her legs went numb but she did not dare move. Another hour or so passed before she dared to break from her silent stalking.
By willow j. ross2 years ago in Fiction
How to interview a potential employer
Our society has moved into a new culture where the emphasis has been placed on your personal experience at your job. No longer are people putting up with toxic work environments, terrible bosses, or bad pay. There are stories all over the internet of people walking out of their job because of terrible environments and bad culture continually ignored by or even (in some cases) encouraged by management. This mass exodus of bad work environments is forcing companies to reevaluate their culture and ensure that their employees are valued.
By willow j. ross2 years ago in Journal
Mom, do you remember?
Dear mom, Do you remember when you came home that one Wednesday afternoon and I was in the bathroom with the door locked? I remember the cool tiles pressed against my bare thighs. I sat there so long that they imprinted the small squares onto my legs. The pattern: one black tile surrounded by two white tiles, repeated over and over again. It was imprinted into my mind. So much from that day was imprinted in my mind, my memories that, to this day, still walk beside me.
By willow j. ross2 years ago in Confessions
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