Suffocating: Shade’s Story

Back then, I didn’t know; I just knew I was different.

Leave: Shade’s story

Editorial note: Shade Ardent blogs at The Unspared Rod. This story is reprinted with permission. my car isn’t even full, it didn’t take that much time to pack my clothes. river stares from the window upstairs. she didn’t want to say goodbye. everyone else is busy with their lives. no one looks up as i walk by. ‘Hurry up, Shade’. i turn to

Cookie: Shade’s Story

“i believe. i believe the smile, and i believe the soft words.”

Hurts Me More Than You: Shade’s Story

“i’m counting for the thunder, hoping for dawn.”