The Overthinking Diaries of a Sensitive Idealist

It was already noon. Despite being blind, Ciara could easily tell what time of day it was because of the heat caused by the ultra violet ray and the parched ground. The three of them mounted the steep hilltops, cutting past the field where the deer had died. Liam was extremely talkative, and Chase liked it. It seemed

Liam’s guilty shrieks dissolved in her mind. She was still flustered about Liam’s change of attitude. She had never seen him fuming over a deer’s delicate death. But why did Liam say the deer was poisonous? Why did he lie to them? “Are you hungry?” Chase asked, severing her reverie. They stride past the barren land, and walked

It was impossible. Her sister, Leverie, was supposed to be dead. A collection of images began to rupture her mind. My surname is Plop. Ciara entwined her fingers in a trembling knot. She was starting to remember it now. The orange flames flickering across the sky; her animated eight-year old self perched at the end of the dock,