Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
“Someday I’ll get there.” No one could hear her, but she screamed the words. Trying to drown out the cynical voice in her head. But that voice always echoed louder: “You’re making a fool of yourself. Just stop. Stop painting. Stop running. Just stop.” She knew that voice was right. Everyone was gone. Not hiding… Continue reading Someday I’ll Get There
The view looked like some kind of soulless painting. Beautiful but no signs of life. She used to know the names for artistic stuff like that. Photorealistic, maybe? Hell. It was all apocalyptic now. Unexpectedly, tears blurred her vision. She thought her grief had run its course but seeing those empty chairs. So expectant. So… Continue reading after now
Tina Stewart Brakebill 