David Jedidiah
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Generational Bond
The wind whispered through the Arctic village of Nuvuk, carrying with it the sharp bite of cold air and the echoes of a time long past. Akunna pulled her fur-lined hood tighter around her face, her breath visible in the icy twilight. She stood on the wooden porch of her grandmother’s house, watching the faint light of the setting sun dance across the fractured surface of the glacier in the distance.
By David Jedidiahabout a year ago in Families
The Last Ice
The wind howled through the remote Arctic village of Nuvuk, its icy fingers curling around the small wooden homes that stood proudly against the relentless cold. But today, the wind felt different. It was colder than usual, almost unnatural, as if it carried with it a foreboding message—one that had been whispered for years but now could no longer be ignored.
By David Jedidiahabout a year ago in Fiction
