White text of a short story excerpt on a background photo of a dark forest on a mountainside reads: But the forest thickened as true night fell. The slope eased and then CLIMBed, shunted him this way and that; and deadfall locked arms against him every way he turned. Exhaustion bent him like a willow. What had been his plan? The wandering star he pretended to follow guttered like a spent torch.

How did—what—where do I go from here?
When all your efforts lead nowhere.

From a short story seeking a home

#WIPSnips #climb #ehausted #depression #persistance

You want to tackle disorder tackle this. How's this sound in a tent? Any of the folks who live in those apartments shift workers. #BCMVA #Ehausted