When Heaven Cries

A follow up to Death’s Door. The pitter-patter of raindrops on my face coaxes me back to the edge of consciousness. I’m not sure how, but I force my eyes open. They are dry and painful, but— “Water!” I cry out with a rasping voice, sitting upright painfully. My muscles are stiff, and my body [...]

Death’s Door—A Short Story

I’m in a place in my life where I am trying to write stories with hope, so if it is too dark for you, just know that where there is life, there is always hope. “This stream is dried out too,” I say weakly, patting my horse’s chestnut side more to comfort myself than her, [...]