The Hidden Path
The Hidden Path The sun dipped low behind the ridge, painting the trees in honeyed light, and the group finally […]
The Hidden Path The sun dipped low behind the ridge, painting the trees in honeyed light, and the group finally […]
“Jason, What are you doing?” I hear the distant words echo down the corridor and float into my chambers. I
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. The line stretches out across a bleak breaking
The day already felt to Noah like he was stumbling around in a dark forest. The more he tried to
The blank page glared at Clara, a pristine white desert mocking her completely empty mind. For the fifth time that