A collective of one-shots for competitions and feeding the fires of my imagination. Take a peek from the fabric into a day with Frost, a thirteen year-old boy with a mind wrapped in threads of dreams, but in reality his hands and feet hang on a few strings, broken by the wind swaying him against the rafters. Then run along with Isadora and Pancho, who whisper about the sand, snow and skies. (cover girls are my sister Abbie, and Johanna Dembinski, mentioned upon request c:)
3 parts