Oh, my head. It was throbbing with each beat of my heart. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. The jostling didn’t help either.
By Alana Bielarski3 years ago in Fiction
He had known who he was for years. It had happened all at once when he was nine years old – one moment he was only himself, and then he caught a glimpse of that cart, full of flowers, and he became two people.
By Alana Bielarski4 years ago in Fiction
