Aisha
Aisha entered the temple for the seventh time, her pale, blue eyes locked on her feet. She could still feel the stares, hear the whispers of the witnesses over the…
A Writer's Journey
Aisha entered the temple for the seventh time, her pale, blue eyes locked on her feet. She could still feel the stares, hear the whispers of the witnesses over the…
What-ifs and imagine-isms: the building blocks of make-believe. This is the reason I love what I do—why I love writing; why I love reading. I fell in love with ancient…