I hate the smell of blood. I got to the forest that day with my knife sharp and my mind made up. I had never killed anything before. If we had worked a farm as most did, death would have become a familiar thing long before my thirteenth year.
I could steal with dexterity and without remorse, but I did not harm living things. I never hunted for additional… Continue reading
The dawn this morning is gray and makes me unsure of anything but my own two hands. I am hungry and cold, but that’s as usual. Desert nights are cold, desert sands are hard, and desert food is barren at best. I have been crossing these last three days and if I keep up my pace, I will reach the city by dusk.
One more day is about all… Continue reading
Hi, I'm Annie Mueller. I'm a freelance writer, a blogger, and a general, all-around over-achiever. I love producing great pieces for editors and great content for small business owners.
