pieces of me
Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist
Lavender
‘As Rosemary is to the Spirit, so Lavender is to the Soul.‘ – Anonymous Gnarled and spotted thumb draws circles upon the worn linen sachet. Careful, careful, I remind myself. The yellowed fabric now so thin the contents… Read More
Alexandria- guest blog by Emily
My lungs are burning as I gasp for breath. I need to keep running or they will find me but my body is screaming at me to stop and rest. Thalia told me to meet her in the… Read More
I Am
I run as quickly and quietly as I can. My feet are wrapped in soft worn hide and I barely make a sound as I skirt the elders who sit around the center fire. My hands cover my… Read More
Hark
This is the most wretched bored I have been in my entire life. I have sharpened every stick in this forest to help build the godforsaken abatis which is now about as long as the eye can see. … Read More
Top Posts & Pages
pieces of me 