This moment between a mother and her child reflects the beauty of human connection, the continuous cycle of...
There is a purity and beauty at the beginning of life that is beyond words. In this image, the tiny feet of...
"Perhaps one day, she would free herself from the silent walls."
In the shadow of a stone wall, a...
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By the edge of the shore in the silent dawn, she stands gazing into the blue reflection of her own image in...
The sky had lightened but the sun had not yet risen.
I’d been awake all night, pacing, pacing. So...
There once was a wicked King who ruled with an iron fist. Everyone was too afraid to speak out about the...
The heart is locked, the mind is shut, and hope hidden behind those doors ...
One day, she wrote a heartfelt message, tied it to a pigeon’s wings, and sent it on its way. She hoped the...
To live or die, To deteriorate or procreate, The human condition is a repeated rendition....
That, in which is lost faded with time like the sun, at dusk uncertain of when...
To this word that flows off the tongue so well, To the one that has freed me from my own personal...
I hoped she wouldn't have seen this yet...
I hoped she was just much too busy getting drunk and...
Chapter 1
Little feet cautiously descended from the top bunk, the wooden ladder creaking softly...
Why did I choose the streets I know that the streets hate me.
why did I choose the streets because...
If I was just a lonely house upon a hill I'd be very happy to have the...
Silvia brushes her hair with one of her hands gently slides over her head the robust...
In dawn's new light, the world reborn, From Ragnarök’s night, a bright new morn. Gone are the...
