It is simultaneously the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end, a paradox is not a paradox, it makes perfect sense!
Words are like mazes, complicated and extremely hard to go navigate. It can conceal or reveal its master’s tongue, or reside inside the deepest pits of their mind. What is the purpose for language? Can’t our actions just speak for us?
Light is attributed to day, while ...
Eliah’s bones struggle to carry the weight of her skinny frame, no longer can she hide the perversity of her flesh. “I am brittle and bruised…. My luck has never been this bad! Oh mother please! If I am to die, I’d rather it’d be from exhaustion not as tribute!” Eliah soliloquies herself, to a crowd of attic mice and cockroaches. She can barely curl up in the corner she’s at, much less be chosen t...