That all being said, let's talk about what's going on in front of me:
This month was about survival, making it to sunset, passing out in bed next to your sick child, and praying the next day will be better.
"As the monarchs descended, the flutter of thousands of wings pitter-pattered like gentle rain. They landed on branches, swarmed around the oyamel firs, or drifted to the creek to drink, the water trembling from the beating of wings. She sat... Continue Reading →
"In the dark around her, there was only the gentle snore of the pirates, and the occasional sound of something pattering with tiny clawed feet over the dry floorboards. Over where Jonathan slept, there was no sound at all. Not... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 