By Evelyn CrossShe prayed for peace. Said it out loud. She wanted justice, she said. A good man. One who wouldn’t lie. One who would stand by her when the world tried to take her apart.God heard her.And He sent Roy.This man—calm, unshaken, standing six foot two like he was carved from stone. The kind of man you don’t want to step into the rin… Read More

"The Warning"by Roy DawsonI told them not to do it. I said it as plain as the morning sun cutting through a dirty window. No poetry. No flair. Just truth in its simplest, hardest form. The kind of truth that doesn't need decoration because it's been earned—paid for in scars and sleepless nights.But they did it anyway.They always do.They hear the … Read More

It was the kind of morning that made you feel like the world was on the verge of something grand, yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. The wind swept through the trees of the small town, whispering of changes in the air. Inside her cozy little shop—tucked between two ancient stone buildings—Slavic sat at a table scattered with tarot … Read More