If only my ears could follow my eyes. So I may once again hear and create with what I know, rather than this throbbing silence that seems to linger upon my shoulder. This silence is a grin I can see, and even through deaf ears, almost hear.

Sweetie Belle wakes up in terrible pain, alone, and silent.

An introduction to my OC Skrybe, as well as a preview of the style of writing to expect for my future submissions.