9 to 0 and This is the Final Round.
She clutches her cross.
The poetic tale of a little girl named Sophia.
She runs across the fields, roiling clouds above her head. She knows the storm is here. She can smell it in the air. The grass beneath her feet is oddly soft against her skin but she wants it to cut, she wants it to hurt. She runs, chest heaving, heart pounding, she can barely get […]