Grace M’Cloud writes the stories she needed when she was younger — the ones about girls who are soft and angry, messy and scared, broken and still so full of light.
 

She writes about trauma and tenderness. About survival. About what it means to keep going even when you don't know how. Her characters aren’t perfect — they’re complicated, haunted, and human. And that’s what makes them matter.
 

Most days, her stories take shape in the quiet, with Laura, her bearded dragon, stretched across her chest like a living paperweight, and Hazel, her cat, sitting by the keys.