Massani’s Backstory
Savannah plains reflected the heat off the earth, caught the light breeze as it whispered through the thick grasses, and wove scents of dust, sweat, boiling stew, and the crackling smoke of the encampment’s fire.
Project ROT: Snippet 3
As with all these snippets, the purpose is to get a feel for the story, aesthetic, characters, and mood. All pieces are subject to change. Characters are my own. Rotagǫll woke to find herself in her home. The fire in the center crackled and a warmth radiated from it beside…
Celebrating Dreams
Every day this week, my dreams have been smiling at me. Swirling within my mind, cupping my cheeks, beaming at the steps I’ve made. It isn’t often I wake up with a smile dancing upon my lips, with a lightness settling across my bones, lifting them to the clouds. A…
Project ROT: Snippet 2
Rotagǫll stood, chest heaving against the heavy fur pelts she wore, boots sinking into the sand.
Project ROT: Snippet
A hearth full of crackling wood nestled itself in the right and left wall, both ablaze, both spilling their warmth across the bodies that lay bleeding.