An arrow, painted a brilliant sea green with glitter adorning its fletched feathers, would find itself embedded deeply into the wood of the...
(This is part one of an origin story for one of my characters. Expect the next few parts anywhere from later tonight to a week from now) “You…...
Milo let his hair fall into his face,the skin under his eyes dark from many sleepless nights,hoping it would cover them. Another tear slid down...