Foxcroft: Deep Breath

"You know, it's ironic. The very thing you thought that we were this whole time... is what you are." A voice talked to him from the hallway, slowly approaching him. "And what's that?" Kit retorted. "The Bad Guy." The man came into view. Gray hair, a serious face that looked like it could be kind …

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On the Elusion of Perfection

I’ve always been a perfectionist. Having to have the crayon box with all twelve colors, to get an A+ on everything, constantly organizing my drawers—it’s in my bones and has been for a while. Honestly though, the fact alone makes failure all the more blaring and painful and... disappointing. I’ve always tried to beat disappointment, …

Where the Daisies Grow

Wars don't last forever. As the year has gone by, so have a multitude of ups and downs. But for this time, this moment--this is not the time for war. This is the time for victory, knowing that it has been won. We've all had losses this year. We've all hit high notes. But no …

Foxcroft: The Shoreland

"Quiet back there," a soldier in full autumn garb barked out. The end of his rifle was slammed into the side of Kit's knee, Kit doubling over in the backseat of the 4x4 vehicle. "What did I even do?" Kit whimpered, trying to make it sound more manlike than it was. "You breathed." The man …

Be a Window

Windows are made of glass by purpose, so that we can see through them. The focus is truly never on the window itself, it's solely on the object beyond. All the window has to do is to remain. That's how we should be. A window. We're a sideshow. Minuscule. Microscopic. Unnoticed. All that we need …