Writer's Journey

  Every time the flames flickered and weakened, a small part of the dying hope within Quinn extinguished itself. She and June both knew that the warmth of their fire wouldn’t last them another hour, but refused to ponder on their fate after that. The lack of oxygen was just the icing on the cake. Quinn glanced at the meager pile of dry firewood they had remaining. Very soon, they would be left with only their jackets as protection from the freezing cold. The jackets which were completely soaked through, and were currently hung to dry above the flame. Bitter anger surged within her as she glared at the glowing embers of their temporary fire. The whole situation was a mess. What was originally an expedition to explore a mysterious cave alone had been completely turned upside down when she’d met June and Harvey. She had originally arrived while following rumors of treasure, but had made what she believed to be lifelong friends along the way. And now she was cold, miserable, soon-to-be...

  It’s an inherent part of human nature to equate age with experience and skill. People are far more likely to respect a teacher in his late forties than one in his thirties. This may have nothing to do with actual knowledge and talent, but occurs because of the in-built belief that a person who has lived longer and experienced more is bound to be wiser. This is the same thought process that ran through Jeremy’s head as he tapped his foot agitatedly. The incessant sound his muddy boot made against the clean marble was certainly annoying, but the young man sitting across from him was unfazed. “Look,” Jeremy began, repeating his words from earlier, for all the good they did. “All I want is to speak to the Commander. The information I have is important, and it can’t wait.” Unsaid was that he didn’t trust the man, who looked to be in his mid-twenties at most, to be competent enough to handle it. Although he had voiced a similar opinion a mere fifteen minutes ago, nothing had changed in...