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Chapter 2: The Walk of No Return

6:00 AM
The alarm screamed. My stomach clenched. Today, the day I’d been dreading all summer—the first day of junior year, naked.

My hand shot out, grasping for the robe that used to hang beside my bed. Empty air. Right. No more barriers after signing that contract ...

Chapter 3: Skin

The courthouse steps felt like the edge of a cliff.

I stood between Cassie and our pro bono lawyer, shivering despite the spring heat. Behind us, protesters screamed—some chanting “Free them!” others bellowing “Shame!” News helicopters circled like vultures.

Ethan squeezed my hand ...

Emily and the Confrontation

Emily woke slowly to the rhythmic sigh of the waves. The sun was already high on the horizon, warming the sand beneath her, though the sea breeze still carried a refreshing coolness. She stretched, feeling a satisfying ache in muscles pushed to their limit the previous ...

The monks marched Emily and Dorian to the tower at the end of the cliff and down its tightly spiraling staircase. Several times, Emily's feet slipped on the steps, and she was lifted up and upbraided by her captor, a powerfully built woman with jet-black hair and a severe expression.

Emily's failed ...

Storyboard Introduction: The Girl Who Became the Canyon

A Tale of Wild Rebirth

"I left with nothing but a water bottle and a name I no longer recognized. By the time the canyon claimed me, I was already gone."

In The Girl Who Became the Canyon, a woman stripped bare—of her past, her clothes, and ...

The Girl Who Became the Canyon

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Prologue: The Weight before Letting Go

Before I broke—before I broke? No. I’m not sure I was ever whole to begin with.

Maybe I was born fractured, or perhaps I was just worn down—ground to pieces beneath the weight of unspoken ...

Chapter 1: The Way the Water Loves the Rocks

Act 1

The last remnants of winter surrendered beneath the sun’s quiet insistence. Frost clinging to jagged stone dissolved into rivulets that traced the canyon’s weather-worn bones, seeping into crevices like forgotten stories. All around me, the land ...

Chapter 1: The Way the Water Loves the Rocks

Act 2

Seeing what I believe has been the third thawing of the ground.

Not of silence—the forest was never silent—but of a quieter, less stressful kind of noise. Three springs of warmth live inside the hum of wind, wing, and water. Danger never left; it ...

Emily and the Barbarian

Emily woke with a start, realizing she'd dozed off while laying in the basin of blessed water. Strangely, she felt none of the ill effects of sleeping in a bathtub. There was no crick in her neck, and her fingers and toes were less pruney than she would have expected ...

After what felt like an eternity of unbearable cold, but was probably less than half an hour, Sigrid stopped, pointing. "There!"

Nestled at the base of a sheer rock face, partially obscured by a curtain of wind-driven snow, was a narrow fissure, a dark opening, barely wider than a person's ...