Micro Fiction: Are We Like the Phoenix? 

Are We Like the Phoenix? “This little venture of yours has got out of hand.” Gracen sat next to the ships wooden helm even though they weren’t steering. “That doesn’t mean I can stop.” Lisbeth removed her burnt goggles and brushed pieces of ash off of her leather pants. Gracen closed brown their eyes andContinue reading “Micro Fiction: Are We Like the Phoenix? “