Rhiannon

Joined February 2021

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Ever since I was very little and out exploring woods behind our house, I've loved to chronicle the strange world that I saw around me, and that love transpired into being a writer. 17 years old, I hope to one day become a phenomenal author.

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January Snow
The woman glanced out the windows at the ice climbing up the glass, the snow swirling perilously throughout the tiny village. She looked back at the baby in front of her, wrapped in so many blankets only his tiny head peeking out, staring back at her curiously. He made a gurgling noise, squirming around in his prison of blankets.
By Rhiannon4 years ago in Fiction
Leather Journal
I haven’t looked at the journal or the envelope enfolded between its pages since the moment I tossed it in the corner of my bedraggled apartment. It sits there day after day, collecting dust and guilty glances. I should read it. I really should. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t read it.
By Rhiannon5 years ago in Humans

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