Endless Wonder

Once upon a time there was a girl born on Doomsday. Just as the end of the world came about, she came into existence, opening her eyes to skies on fire and buildings collapsing into piles of debris, drawing her first breath to ash and smoke-filled air, letting out her first scream to join the gut-wrenching symphony of a thousand other human souls crying out to the heavens for salvation, for survival, for hope. But there was no hope to be found. Except for her. The girl born on doomsday. The lucky ones, the ones who survived – if you can call it survival – a ragtag group of a dozen shell-shocked people who were all that was left of a city of thousands, they pried her out of her mother’s dead hands and pulled her out of the half-collapsed hospital and took her away, into their tiny settlement on the outskirts of the city, saving her life against all the odds. That was where she grew up, from a tiny screaming baby to tiny screaming toddler to a quietly angry girl, who sp...

The problem with trusting people is that you can never fully trust someone We’ve all got those dark little corners to our personality, those little secrets we never breathe a word of to anyone, the ones we take to our grave and that we’d rather die that let someone else find out about And so you never know when someone you trust might have more darkness in their soul than you ever thought possible. Someone you trust may be a shadow incarnate and you simply never knew. Perhaps I am being morbid; there are, of course, trustworthy people out there   But they are few and far between and it is near-about impossible to know who is someone you are safe with and who is just biding their time until it is possible to attack. When we think of dangerous creatures, we think of lions and eagles and poisonous tarantulas. But we often forget that humans are the most dangerous creatures of them all. That is why it is better to simply never fully put your trust in someone b...