Once again, the eight-year-old me is standing under the mantle staring up at that serious, soft-eyed person in the picture. Sometimes, when passing through ...

Pangea gripped the cold metal of the polished mirror and slumped in her green chair. Tears tumbled down her face. Her eyes were the ...

So perfect was this one fine spring day Incandescent rays and the warmth of the sun emote. Blue cloudless sapphire heaven at Noonday Filled ...

The shimmer, the dazzle, and the lightshine so brightly at the tunnel’s endI stare eagerly at my sore feet‘The journey’s almost over,’ I think ...

Sometimes, writing is like pulling teeth. The words don’t come. Every sentence is garbage. Advice always says, “Write a few sentences to get started.” ...

The start of the new school year is upon us. The long lazy, days of summer are ending. It is time to shift away ...

Life is full of changes.Large and smallEnough to make anyone stressYet, expected to be beneficial This sense of change can be overwhelmingFeelings of being ...

My American soldier.Head held high,unafraid to fight.Unafraid to die. For thosehe loves in thisblessed country,and for their freedom. Because he believes inthe wordsfreedom, liberty,justice ...

We returned to Chicago, and Mummy gave her consent to proceed with the wedding as planned. Everything is now rushed, but it turned out ...