Stolen Stars | Short Story

That night, I stole the stars. There were so many I didn’t think anyone would notice, so I reached up, and plucked one, like a cherry ripe with the season, and studied it in my hands. Advertisements

Whelp, Its Been a Month

Which is way way longer than I ever like to go without posting. 2 weeks is my usual, and I like to keep it that way.