Rewritten
Sometimes, the year ends exactly where it needs to: not in grand finales or clean epilogues, but in the quiet return of something that once felt impossible.
Sky Burton
Road Noise
For two years, I wandered the U.S. with no clue what I was doing. I took work calls from a hot spring, made friends with hippies named Moon and one dog who saw right through me. I also ate beans in six different states while crying—but that's advanced content we'll cover in Chapter 9.
New Era Begins
It was the season for packing, both literal and emotional. I was elbow-deep in boxes, carefully tucking away Christmas bulbs into their original packaging, because apparently, my coping mechanism for chaos is obsessive organization.
The Last Goodbye
We talked about the future—the life we weren’t going to have. And although we clung to the fantasy, the dread lingered in the background like a loaded gun on the table. There was no saving this bright thing.
Chapter 9 - Right Place Wrong Time
I was completely seduced by his firm grip and confident kisses that pressed me suddenly and brutally to the wall. His mouth moved down my shoulders as he pulled the neck of my blouse away and down toward my breasts.
The Day I Asked Google If Gay Dragons Could Get Pregnant
It started off innocently enough searching for answers to questions like, what’s too steamy? How many thrusts is too many thrusts? Is a metaphorical shower scene safe if nobody gets explicitly rinsed? Does anyone know??
Chapter 8 - Just a Small Bite
Few outside the industry realized that corporations had already begun harvesting vast quantities of personal data with plans to unleash targeted psychological warfare campaigns (that's what they told the sheep, anyway).