There was no place in the world for a woman like her:
A woman.
A girl attuned to adventures, prone to wandering. Quick and clever and sensible. She didn't reach for the stars - she'd seen them before - but she sought to be heard and seen and understood, and she swore no boundary would stop her.
The world expected her to settle down: sew together a little life in a little home, and maybe she would. Someday. Eventually.
But not yet.
So she took her sewing shears and cut a place for herself into the fabric of reality.
A little hole in the wall just big enough to squeeze through, with graffiti on either side made up of words she'd always meant to write and for the world to read. Her fingers tapped out codes and chiseled the edges of herself into a figure worth recognizing.
There was no place in the world for a woman like her: a girl bathed in stardust and the dawn of creation, with bottles full of ink, and rafters full of stories.
But she etched at the borders with the tip of her pen, and carved a way through.
Not reaching for the stars - she'd seen them before - but reaching just far enough to make it all count.
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Further Up & Further In
FanfictionThis is my attempt to add to the beautiful world of Narnia through my writing. Inspired by both the books and the movies, I have written several one-shots and short stories on a variety of themes and characters, and as long as the inspiration keeps...
