“The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when he would finally own his life.” — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future.” — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“As the leaves randomly fell, she contemplated how they sacrificially gave up their essence to sustain new life. Or was it the tree’s sacrifice? Each leaf was a part of Gaia’s play. Their final act: to decompose so a new level of soil could be made, an earthen writing tablet for the next layer of history to be recorded. One… — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share
“Love has little to do with romance and everything to do with honor.” — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“Leaf felt buried beneath the remains of their prior life, the ashes coating every part of who he thought he was in this community.” — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close… — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“Multi-colored lights flashed and glared on the wet road and cast eerie reflections, reminiscent of artistic surrealism. Fillion imagined that his distress and anger… — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“I'm the poster boy for no movement." "I think the girls disagree with that statement. I've seen your pictures on the Internet. What does… — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when he would… — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
