Letting Life Lead
Maia dropped twenty-two candles onto the scale.
“You alone lit but one on your candelabra. Why?”
“Teacher, you said the caves represent our future and candle weights our fortitude. I needed only one — the year I’ve not lived — to light a torch.”
playing by my own rules
We take the heat 'cause we gotta eat.
Liz's home for all things writing related.
I have no idea why I picked this blog name, but there's no turning back now
"Our subject isn't cool, but [s]he fakes it anyway."- The Offspring
Musings through the journey of writing my first novel
It is what it is and it too shall pass.