It's funny how life and timing play out when it comes to your dreams. Take me for instance, I wanted to be a ballerina and tell stories through the fluidity of my movements, without the need of words, to convey meaning with my body, however, we didn't have the money growing up, so I choreographed... Continue Reading →
Mirror Mirror: Chapter Five
*Ring* - a shrill alarm rings throughout the empty Batcave. *Ring* - Gotham City Bank: A tellers hand hits the silent alarm. *Ring* - The doorbell at Wayne Manner; The visitor Mirrianna Savauge. Outside Gotham City Bank: The area is tapped off with police cars barricading the perimeter. Gordon’s car pulls up and... Continue Reading →