Storygram #138
The shipping route to Jupiter’s moons was long and dangerous, and I had asked him not to go. What happened in his absence wasn’t his fault, but I was angry with him, regardless.
Storygram #125
There are some spaces that you just remember. Your experience within them was so intense that you can recall the smells, sounds, and every detail you saw, right down to a misplaced string of fabric in the seat where you were sitting.
Storygram #101
We live nestled into the safety of the mountains. My little brother and I have never seen the world outside of our cove, but Mom says there’s no reason to care about what’s out there anyway.
Storygram #79
My father’s old office is stuffed with papers, dry rotted furniture, and rodents. His death left me with a mountain of work that has to be done, including cleaning out and selling his office building.
Storygram #65
Even if you dared to cross the barriers to the outskirts of the city, you’d never get through the security of the inner wall. There was only one possible way in.