I had been walking for what seemed like days.  My feet ached and my head, covered in dried sweat and dirt, pounded.  I couldn’t remember...

I was tired.  War torn.  Beaten.  I stared down at my feet dangling from the counter stool I was sitting on in my parents’ kitchen.  Yep,...

Where was I anyway?  I had stepped through the portal into a world that certainly wasn’t Heaven, but certainly was not the world I knew. ...

In that moment, all the things I had said and done my whole life, felt like a mistake.  My mind reeled with memories from my past: I hurt...