They said the tree at the edge of Hollow Woods was older than the town itself.Its bark was rough and scorched, as if struck by lightning not once but many times, yet it never fell. A strange darkness stretched around it, cold and unnatural, it felt alive, as if it watched.No birds nested in it. … Continue reading Say My Name
The sea lay calm, a glassy blue. I dipped my pen into its depths and let the words flow onto the pages below.