Story

By the warm log fire he sits,
In his old, loved rocking chair,
Rested from his journeys...

By yon crumbled castle on the banks of the seashore there stands a golden statue that I simply adore.....

Sitting here in escapism mode.
I sift through the melancholy thoughts.
Lingering on some...

Time to pack your bags,
face towards the sky with your head held high,
don't look back or...

Into the depth of the Mirkwood forests.
The ancient and majestic trees so thick no sun can shine...

above
the light
of galaxies

I spread my wings

communing

with angelic...

Remember that time
we watched the sunset
from the old barn?

Where amber waves
...

THROUGH A DOGS EYES.

BY Niko
a Golden Retriever

I am old and tired now and my duty...

Jack Spriggins was a poor boy
Who lived with his mother
An only child:
He had no...

In the beginning when the earth was young , and the spirit of God was heavy upon the skies . The colors of...

Spreading a tall tale is what he did so well
Everybody believed the stories he would tell
...

"I am worthy,
of continuing my story!
I pray it is not in vain,
but in pursuing God's...

This town, like every other town
looked normal to the naked eye
but like every other town...

It has taken me awhile to figure out how I would go about writing this – how to portray this feeling… and...

Surreal of knowledge bestows his brain,
Sewn together sapient brilliant, insane.
Body parts...

There was a time,
a long time ago,
where I loved the rain,
I loved the rain for a very...