Survival
— Scrappy I hissed angrily at the dog in front of me. She had a pink collar with a small golden tag on it with her name: Beatrice. She was a...
— Haven By Peri Gordon, 11 Peaceful nights Sitting by the ocean, resting on the shore, Watching the moon’s pull capture the waves And release them Peaceful days Watching the tranquil...
— Creativity By Peri Gordon, 11 Part I I haven’t eaten. I haven’t slept. I haven’t smiled. I haven’t laughed. I haven’t spoken. I haven’t understood. I haven’t truly loved, and...
— When one doesn’t use one of his senses, the others are strengthened. In nature you should at some point try this: Close your eyes and feel the world around you...
— At first glance, she seemed like a pack of highlighters had coloured her body. A strange, vividly eccentric girl, she stood in the center of the crowd, and yet seemed...
— [Unsupported file format: tif] Dirt, endless dirt. Pile after pile of blocky granules stretched on for miles beyond Talterra’s vision. The An’gora gave her little reprieve from her daunting...
— Darkness arrives, Light slowly leaves, As the end approaches us all. The day has come Our time has come The entire world will soon...
— The Man Who Fought the Dawn They thought him drunk, the drunken man by the lot on Amfort street where four story homes loomed upwards like skyscrapers. He sang like...
— No Way to Escape It’s just me. The only one left. Global warming is unforgiving. Bones and skulls litter the ground. Every time one crunches under my foot, I wince,...
— A large gust of wind seeped through the growing cracks of the old shack. A feeling of fear ran through Lilliana’s body and brought chills down her spine. She smoothed...