In Which A Story Unfolds: Chapter Eleven*

Ink on paper

This story belongs with the preceding posts, read in chronological order: “One”, “Two“, “Three“, “Four“, “Five” “Six”, “Seven“, “Eight“, “Nine“, “Ten“.


In time, bits of life broke through the surface of the island. 

Hundreds of years passed as plants sent out shoots and seeds, as the shoots and seeds grew and the pattern repeated. Creatures mated and fought and birthed and died and the young grew old.

The strangeness, difference, and unknowns she observed while traveling with the wind and water, now unfolded around her. 

She could feel as endings nourished beginnings and life existed in the space in-between.

And many lifetimes later, only she could remember the storm.


*Each day for the next 3 days, I’ll add on to this story as it unfolds. 


321 days done, 44 days to go.

Posted by:Nadia Daniels-Moehle