Freese Frame

Chapter four of The Twirl. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and following me on this journey! Enjoy! It feels like we're the last two people left in the world, and we just might be. We sit there on the front steps for a while in pure silence. Not a sound or a movement—just the vast emptiness in front of us. The house, standing untouched, seems like a strange anomaly now.  “Axel, go downstairs and see how many gallons of water we have,” Dad says. The unusual politen

A poem about enjoying your experiences.

Chapter three of my book - it's a short one. If you're enjoying reading these, I'll release one chapter every week. Maybe two if it consists of a short one like this. Feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments. They're always appreciated. As always, thanks for reading. Chapter 3  We stand motionless, still trying to process what we are seeing. It feels like the planet has been erased, but something still seems amiss. And then it hits me—our house. It’s the only t