This is the Vault-where old stories rest, and younger dreams still whisper.
Once, I wrote of slow burns and soul aches-and you showed up with your hearts open. Thank you.
These stories live on here, for those who ever loved them. Think of this space as an archive-open, familiar, a soft return when you need it.

I'm still writing-quietly, steadily, somewhere just beyond the horizon.

If you ever paused here, read a line, or left a comment-you're part of the story.

With much love and gratitude,
The girl who stared into space imagining everything she'd one day write

** All stories here are first-draft WIPs-once shared in real-time, with real hearts.
This space kept me accountable, kept me company, and brought me closer to many of you while I chased a lifelong dream. Though I've stepped away from active posting here, these stories remain-for those who still wander back, reread, and remember. **