“Starseed,” she’d called me. This word echoed in my mind, bouncing off half-formed structures crafted from similar substances. What did it mean? What would become of me if I followed her advice? Would the pain and suffering, confusion and desperation finally clear up, finally allow the light into this world of darkness I’d lived so long in?

Story of a Selkie

She’s standing barefoot on the boulders overlooking the crashing waves. The deafening wind blows her long pale hair across her face. She barely notices as the loose strands whip her skin forcefully. She’s in a trance, fully captured by the mesmerizing scene before her. She’s numb to her icy surroundings. There is no sun peekingContinue reading “Story of a Selkie”