Where Love Resides
Love are these crushed blossoms that I hiked up and down the Montmartre steps to bring to you just because I knew you’d like them And I dream that you will clasp them in...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Love are these crushed blossoms that I hiked up and down the Montmartre steps to bring to you just because I knew you’d like them And I dream that you will clasp them in...
Short Story The Dog didn’t think much of the demise of the pesty mosquito. In fact it didn’t think about it at all. It was well accustomed to restless bugs poking around on several occasions...
In my dreams I search for the perfect place. Solitary, bright peaceful and vibrant. In my dreams there are many endless roads from which I can see prospective comfort. In my dreams I know...
Butterflies? More like a school of sardines swarmed by dolphins. Swirling, churning the water. Rolling into a tight, anxious sphere. Hoping to escape the certainty of being devoured.