Stories
— The poppies danced with the smell of joy A million secrets held beneath their blossoming petals, The lightest tint of gold. The grass gossipped with each of its jagged blades,...
— An icy, angry wind raced along, as if it needed to be somewhere quickly, heedless of the things it crashed into. As it went, it picked up snow flakes that...
— Just like a pillow or cushion, it was soft and stuffed, but inside it was a stopwatch. That stopwatch had a button and when pressed the stopwatch would turn into...
— The trees swayed angrily in the wind, swaying hard enough so that their roots down below could have started complaining. For some reason, the wind kept on getting stronger-cars were...
— The air was very delicate that day; it seemed to hover in the sky, perfectly still, as if afraid that the slightest movement, the slightest sound would shatter it, sending...
— A Child’s Perception on Tree Look! The sun is dancing through the leaves, Oh! How much it does according to its please. Swings in the mighty storm, Tree sings with...
— As I sit in the forest, breezes silently giggle and play with my hair. They try to pull me up to play with them, but I tell them I’d prefer...
— Wrath of the Wind A wide strip of gushing water wound onwards through the patch of trees. Rain pattered aggressively against the umbrella of emerald leaves as angry clouds scoured...
— This piece was based off of the song “Lily” by Alan Walker. Lily stared out her bedroom window at the gaping mouth of trees and clouds, glowing in the setting...
— So here I sit, idle in front of the profound execution of justice unfolding my before eyes, and I am stupefied. I’ve survived the journey to this place, and it...