Ultimately, Alaska

Farewell, father. On adrenaline filled adventures, you’ve raised me. Canoeing open waters, fishing with trident spears. In search of game, we’ve explored. I clench my Glock .45, the Brown Bears passed us by. A proverbial Sirens call? Nay. Whatever lies ahead, I’ll take you with me. We’ll meet again, soon.

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E. K. Belamar Benjamin

Date: 12/16/2022 5:35:00 PM

Hello there! I'm an aspiring science fiction writer. Always looking to improve my skills, I like to think of myself as "writing to learn, while learning to write." If you read any of my work and either love it or hate it, please don't hesitate to let me know. I'm open to any and all criticism! Looking forward to connecting with other writers and readers! -EKBB