TheTardisIsMyOtherHome
The echo of screams bounced everywhere. The clinking of swords, the smooth laughter of children, and waves lapping at the shore could be heard from the pages people so quietly turned. Whole lives held out through small font on thin pieces of paper bound to cardboard.
writing since 2012 · 1 entries · 1 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Sara showed up.
1longest streak
1days written
7entries / week
the words Sara reaches for
echoscreamsbouncedeverywhereclinkingswordssmoothlaughterchildrenwaveslappingshoreheardpagesquietlywhole