Your Narrator has a story for you this week about a place; a place covered in fog, and host to countless wayward spirits.
It’s time we had a meeting of the minds. I’m not sure what’s going to happen. Neither is she. Here’s to new beginnings.
Your Narrator is confused, yet happy (she thinks). She has a story for you about hidden treasure, curses, and surrender.
If a haunted house’s walls could talk, what a tale they would have for you. Or, perhaps that is exactly the tale she has for you this week.
Your Narrator has a story for you about a young man who stumbles upon a surreal celebration in the woods.
What if your soul mate lived and died centuries before you even existed? She has a tale about a sad girl and a cemetery.
I have changed. She has changed. We reject nothing.
It's a love story, perhaps like some you may know, but perhaps not. Can love change a monster into a prince?