For when inspiration occasionally strikes...!
The branch that she embedded her claws in was the only solid thing she knew. In the raging gale it was the one thing keeping her steady, staving off an unending descent.
By Candice Kriegler4 years ago in Fiction
That look. I could drown in it and even in death my soul would sing for joy. It decorates my dreams, painting my eyelids with the warmth of his breath on my neck.
By Candice Kriegler4 years ago in Poets
