There are a lot of stories I could write.

Lighter ones.
Simpler ones.
Stories where everything resolves cleanly and the lines between right and wrong are easy to follow.

But those were never the ones that stayed with me.

The ones that stayed—

Were the ones that made me sit with something.

A choice that didn’t have a clear answer.
A character who didn’t fit into one side or the other.
A moment where doing the “right” thing came at a cost.

Those stories didn’t just pass through me.

They lingered.

And when I started writing, I realized something.

Those were the only kinds of stories I wanted to tell.

Stories about power that doesn’t feel safe.
About identity that isn’t clearly defined.
About characters who exist somewhere in between what they were told to be… and what they actually are.

Because that space—

The in-between—

That’s where everything interesting happens.

That’s where the hardest choices live.
That’s where the truth usually hides.
That’s where people become something more than what they started as.

It’s not always comfortable.

It’s not always clean.

But it’s real.

And those are the stories I’ll choose every time.

🖤
— Anna Gerard