User avatar

RavenNun

  • Age: Part 1

    Part one of a story about Age.

    10 min read
  • Age: Part 2

    Part two of my short story "Age"

    7 min read
  • Fallen leaves

    A beautiful flower, watched by something dead.

    2 min read


The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening