After completing another manuscript in May, I stepped a little out of my comfort zone.
This is a story, written in verse, from the perspective of a child.
With all that's been happening in the world, and all the heavy books and articles I've been reading, and the news programs blasting a new crisis every hour, I really felt like I need something light to calm my soul. This book sounded like just the thing.
Although we are celebrating the same thing, every Muslim family around the world has their own way of doing things.
I got the job! ... And then the seeds of doubt started to sprout.
Write a story that begins and ends with someone looking up at the stars.
"Freedom of speech doesn’t mean the right to say what you want without rebuttal."
The last time I posted was on the tenth of March. Just before the whole world turned upside down. First with an unprecedented pandemic, and then with the murder of George Floyd and the re-emergence of the Black Lives Matter movement.
When she awoke, she felt broken. There was no door, and the jump from the window didn't look any more appealing, nor did the dragon look more comforting. Things were as they always were. Except worse. Because she knew different now. She knew what was out there, and what she was missing. How could she … Continue reading Part 10: She Wanted Different
The week was up, and still the boy didn't return. Worry became the girl's constant state. Where was he? Why hadn't he returned? Was he truly angry with her? Or was something else keeping him away? Well, nothing had kept him away before. So that last worry was quickly debunked. No, there could only be … Continue reading Part 9: An Attempt