If yesterday was foreseen in a Chinese fortune cookie, it was completely wrong. I mean, I don’t really hold much value in the paper fortunes anyway>>>

It was not temptation that drew us toward their song. Despite the alluring melody, our perceptions were pulled to the sea below, dark and brooding>>>

The grass was thick, deep green, and soft to the touch. The trees were tall, their branches swaying in the breeze. Light pushed it’s way through the>>>

“Stay here.” Those were the last words she said to me before she risked the shopping market. And so, I am quietly hunched in the nearby bushes like a>>>

The chill of the morning airbrushed across the snowy mounds surrounding the frozen hut. Its cool breeze playing with the fox furs lining the small>>>

You’ll try replacing meWith pale shades of meBut never will they ever beThe one you’re looking forYou checked that at the doorYou forgot>>>

As a writer, it seems I am constantly at a crossroads of what to write about. I often feel that a roulette wheel with different subjects would benefit>>>

I watch her puffher cigaretteswhile she secretlyinhales the fireas it eases the thunderunderneath her tongue. She fills her pocketsas deep as her>>>

In the back of my closet, hidden among the Nikes, old socks and run down high heel shoes I found a sealed shoes box that had been left there twenty>>>

Snowy tulle captivates in lithe movements as she dances for the cygnets, while the orchestra skillfully fools you into believing this is her>>>