“Sell yourself into slavery,” they said.
“It will be good for your career,” they said.
Well, Helios had done exactly that, and after fifteen years of unpaid labor, was beginning to think it was a bad idea.
A World Remarkably Like Our Own
“Sell yourself into slavery,” they said.
“It will be good for your career,” they said.
Well, Helios had done exactly that, and after fifteen years of unpaid labor, was beginning to think it was a bad idea.
I stare out at the rolling waves—dark blue and grey, framed by puffs of white foam. The incident fills my mind, my heart, my soul. I remember the bloodstains, the screaming, the horror in Aunt Jane’s eyes… Something nudges my hand—a tiny green crab. I watch as it scuttles away toward the surf. Then, somethingContinue reading “The Blog Post That Won’t Get to the Point”