This is a place for stories that feel like memory, and like truth.
These are stories meant to linger. The kind you see yourself inside.
If you’ve ever carried words you were afraid to release, this space is for you; And if a word here makes you pause, then stay. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
These stories are not written to fit into neat shapes. They are guided by emotions and by moments that ask to be remembered. Some unfold slowly, revealing themselves with honesty while others arrive suddenly, fully formed, and insisting to be on a page.
Here, stories are allowed to breathe. They don’t rush to explain themselves or offer conclusions. They exist as they are in their imperfect and human form.
Take your time with the words because you’re not reading alone.
TheQuilled 