Writer, illustrator, worldbuilder.
I don't know when it began following me. Maybe it always was. I can't be sure, honestly. But I remember when I first noticed.
By K. W. Herrera4 years ago in Horror
The past is distant My memories are in a far away place Getting further by the moment After the visit to my childhood home
By K. W. Herrera4 years ago in Poets
The dying paradise awaited the Extreminal storm raging on the horizon. Santiago pressed her forearms against the railing of the mezzanine’s highest floor. She leaned forward enough for her head to hang upside down over the one hundred foot drop.
By K. W. Herrera5 years ago in Fiction
