Slave to Son

Slave to Son

The slave is a mere child born into a heritage of chains. He drags his bare feet across the hot ground, scabs on his knees, scratches on his arms. He owns nothing except the dusty tunic hanging like an oversized sack on his famished frame. He is no one. He is no...
The Princess & the Mud

The Princess & the Mud

“You’re so weird!” My classmate blurted at me. Her friend shushed her. “You’re so mean.”  The words didn’t stop my classmate from giggling. I stood before them with a plastic smile on my face. Play it cool, I told myself. My steps shuffled away from their snickers and...