Interlude
Stitch: The lore of Sara Foxgrave
The morning sun fought its way through the grime-streaked window, but it offered no warmth to the small bedroom. For Sara, mornings were never a gentle transition from sleep to wakefulness; they were a battleground of orientation. She blinked heavily, her eyelids feeling like sandpaper against her eyes. Every single day began with the same disorienting fog , a heavy shroud of uncertainty that made her question the very reality of her surroundings. She rubbed her eyes aggressively, trying to clear the static from her vision, and forced herself to look around the room. She looked once, then blinked, and looked a second time. It was a mandatory ritual. She had to verify the geometry of the walls, the placement of the door, and the specific tilt of the ceiling before she could trust that she was exactly where she thought she was.
By Syl De'Vil16 days ago in Chapters
Dig For The Positives
Introduction This piece is a threading together of a few things that happened this weekend in the Vocal communities and affected me. life throws things at us, sometimes expected, sometimes not, but we do have to deal with them, and if possible take some good from them.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Chapters
