Fantasyqueer Stories

I looked up at the canopy above, where the leaves clung stubbornly to the branches, their vibrant colors a final act of defiance before they would inevitably fall. The sight reminded me of the men and women marching beside me, each of us holding on to our hopes, our fears, our determination, knowing that this could be our final stand. Just as the trees shed their leaves to prepare for the harsh winter ahead, we too were preparing to face the inevitable-a battle that would decide our fate. - How a young girl grew into a woman, getting consumed by something bigger than her. War. COVER: the lovely @URConNEXtion2TheDark