Desi E.
Desi E.
My Story
I’ve always believed that stories find us before we know how to write them. When I was a kid, I used to fill the margins of my school notebooks with dragons, secret tunnels, and shadowy figures lurking behind trees. While everyone else was doing math, I was designing magical doorways under staircases.
Years later, I turned those scribbles into full-fledged books — stories where teenagers outsmart monsters, find hidden strengths, and stumble into worlds they never knew existed. I write for the kind of reader I was (and still am): curious, imaginative, and a little obsessed with “what if?”
When I’m not writing, you’ll probably find me wandering through second-hand bookstores, collecting strange facts, or hoarding notebooks I’ll pretend are for "ideas" but mostly just doodle in.
I’m so glad you’re here. I hope these stories make you feel brave, seen, and maybe even a little magical.
I’ve always believed that stories find us before we know how to write them. When I was a kid, I used to fill the margins of my school notebooks with dragons, secret tunnels, and shadowy figures lurking behind trees. While everyone else was doing math, I was designing magical doorways under staircases.
Years later, I turned those scribbles into full-fledged books — stories where teenagers outsmart monsters, find hidden strengths, and stumble into worlds they never knew existed. I write for the kind of reader I was (and still am): curious, imaginative, and a little obsessed with “what if?”
When I’m not writing, you’ll probably find me wandering through second-hand bookstores, collecting strange facts, or hoarding notebooks I’ll pretend are for "ideas" but mostly just doodle in.
I’m so glad you’re here. I hope these stories make you feel brave, seen, and maybe even a little magical.
Chasing Echoes Through the Pines
Somewhere between silence and wind, I found the words I hadn’t dared to write. This forest has kept more than secrets — it’s kept me whole.
Chasing Echoes Through the Pines
Somewhere between silence and wind, I found the words I hadn’t dared to write. This forest has kept more than secrets — it’s kept me whole.
Chasing Echoes Through the Pines
Somewhere between silence and wind, I found the words I hadn’t dared to write. This forest has kept more than secrets — it’s kept me whole.
Chasing Echoes Through the Pines
Somewhere between silence and wind, I found the words I hadn’t dared to write. This forest has kept more than secrets — it’s kept me whole.
Chasing Echoes Through the Pines
Somewhere between silence and wind, I found the words I hadn’t dared to write. This forest has kept more than secrets — it’s kept me whole.