The Day I Learned to Fly
I once rode in a van full of gay teenage boys.
I once rode in a van full of gay teenage boys.
Chapter 4 is live. You can jump straight to chapter four on Wattpad or visit The Huntress of Iyhiri and start at the beginning.
I’ve never been afraid of death. Dying, maybe. Because how can we know in what fashion we’ll shuffle off this mortal coil? Trite, right? Sigh… If my death is sudden and tragic, I hope that it is at least interesting. Something like “Woman Struck by Cow on Bike” (I’m on the bike, not the cow, […]