Marisa, the Pitch Pine
Didn’t they get it? She was a pitch pine. She would win in the end.
Enter your email address to receive notifications for author Joe Wadlington
Success!
Confirmation link sent to your email to add you to notification list for author Joe Wadlington
More in this series
The Ghost of King Solomon
“I tell myself, he is only a ghost; he cannot touch or hurt me.”
Jun 22, 2016
Skin Hunger
She, too, often felt she would die if she went without physical contact. She worried sometimes that this meant she was becoming one of them.
Feb 14, 2020
Hegu
I kept wondering what I could do to be better than them, much more than what I could do to be good.
Dec 16, 2022