The age-old question… Are we in control? Does free will exist? Is there even such thing as freedom? Or are we slaves to the stars, destined to fate…? Is destiny something we create, or something that is created specifically for each of us? Are choices just illusions? Is anything set in stone? I think… we
Accept the mystery…
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3: The high priest would not reveal his vision. Instead, he insisted he saw the same thing that was originally seen by the high priestess years ago. But when Autumn tried asking him specific questions about it, he refused, and insisted on moving past it as if nothing had happened.
Part 1 PART 2: The man was not only a priest, but High Priest, and it was of a secret mystery cult. A few years before her eighteenth, Autumn embarked on a spirit quest — a coming-of-age that everyone within the religion went through sometime around age thirteen or fourteen. It is a time of
I wrote some fiction, a little short story. It’s mainly based on some of the books I have been reading lately. Hope that others can possibly relate or find inspiration through it. Here it goes… Her name is Autumn, and this is reflected through the natural golden and reddish highlights in her hair. Just like