There are stories growing behind the quiet screens.
Tales of dark corners, crushed hope, stories of racing hearts and the piercing spikes of fear. These stories, they grow beside the faith of mad determination, of willingness to step on in the face of gripping agony. They reach and froth and whorl. Love and life and light and hope. No story is free from these.
Stormrend, where Flint is just beginning to tell his tale.
Scram, we will see him soon, the center of our next story. The one I need to type up, he’s the wandering type..
Then there’s The VagueShip…
Looking forward to the adventure…
My favorite: (800 words) To Catch A Leaf
My other favorite:(2500) Day On The Water