Reality is what you make it.  And I tend to make it hell. 

Climbing Backward: Chapter 5

Click here to start with chapter 1 The ringing in my ears was deafening as my entire body caved inward, projecting me forward at incredible speed. I tried to cry out. I tried to cover my ears, but I couldn’t move. Wind whipped against my face and the bright light ahead was blinding. At last … Continue reading Climbing Backward: Chapter 5