I don’t recall how I happened upon his blog recently, but I’m so glad I did. If you’re looking for a wondrous storyteller who leaves you wanting more after each story, you NEED to be reading Rhyan, aka MADD FICTIONAL. Seriously.
When the snow fell, a man and woman became lost and wandered into the village where I was born. They were aware of just how fragile the planet was with too many people packed too close together. Human beings were hurting Earth and this village was one of those tiny and oh so very poor places in the world unknown to cartographers that was struggling with overpopulation.
The couple had been on an excursion to find their souls and instead found a half-frozen little orphan girl whom no one could afford to take in, and that day I found a family because even though the man and woman hadn’t planned on having children themselves, they believed in their hearts that it was the right thing to do.
They’d both been bitten by the wanderlust bug at early ages, so when I became old enough to truly appreciate presents, my adoptive…
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