The Child Dreamer: A Dead Dreamer Prequel ᚠᛁᚱᛖᛋᛟᚠᚲᚺᚨᛝᚷᛖ I was only nine when I began my ᚺᚢᛝᛏ. None of the ᚺᚢᛗᚨᛝᛋ knew what I was doing. Every ᛝᛁᚷᚺᛏ on the full ᛗᛟᛟᛝ, I would fall asleep within the ᛒᛁᚨᚲᚲᛋᛗᛁᛏᚺᛋ's home and look for them. Seek out those ᚲᚱᛖᚨᛏᚢᚱᛖᛋ who ᛗᚨᚱᚲᛖᛞ those to ᛞᛁᛖ. They reminded... Continue Reading →
There are writers who work with silence. Those who work with television on in the background. And there are those who write with music in the background.
The Child Dreamer: A Dead Dreamer Prequel ᛏᚺᛖ ᛒᛖᚷᛁᛝᛝᛁᛝᚷ The first thing I remembered feeling, was the ᚲᛟᛚᛞ. Water rushed all around me, causing my skin to rise. Even ᛇᛖᚨᚱᛋ later, I could still feel the ᚲᚺᛁᛚᛚ deep down. Always keeping me from truly feeling comfortable. Despite the ᛒᚢᚱᛝᛁᛝᚷ rage that grew within me, it... Continue Reading →