She looked down again, at her stained clothes. She looked like a pre-teen craft project gone wrong. It was as if an eleven-year-old girl had dunked her in white liquid glue and then rolled her in rainbow glitter, repeatedly, just to make sure every speck of the stuff stuck.Continue Reading
Very little grows in the desert. The sun is filled with animosity and scorches everything that comes into its path. The sand is bleached, continually being shifted by the whim of the winds. Few creatures can survive the harsh temperament of the desert region. Yet, somehow, some find a way to do so. Evan is one such anomaly.Continue Reading