The gift of reading was given to me at a very young age. My five year old self would hide in the closet with a flashlight and a book. The stories enraptured my little mind and served as an escape that my physical being could not acheive. As an adult it still does, though not as frequently as I'd like. My attempts at writing tend to come off as morbid but I generally have a pleasant outward disposition. I am eager for critique and reviews so please, feel free to hold nothing back.