MARK 5:3 The setting sun bleeds into the sea, painting waves in copper and crimson. Asher’s fingernails dig into his palms as he watches white tombs emerge from gathering darkness – pure,...
The Weight of Last Chances Last chances pile up like stones in my hands – each one heavy with promise, sharp with failure. I've built monuments of them, these final attempts. Each morning whispers...
This story is for you You know that space between midnight and dawn, when your own heartbeat sounds too loud in your ears? When promises lie broken like shells on the shore of another failed day?...
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