Day and night law intertwined, in a warm, all-consuming embrace, and heaven, a peculiar shade of red, with yellow, some orange
Now it was sure that we are not leaving like rest of the villagers. As time ticked we could see the village emptying leaving nothing just the ghosts of life behind.
Editor’s Choice: I stood on the balcony, staring blankly at the crashing waves. The coffee in my hand had grown cold. I ran my fingers on my face, pushing back my wind whipped hair
If all the trees were ONE tree, What a GREAT tree it would be! If all the axes were ONE axe, What a GREAT axe it would be! Two poems with moral lesson.
Love Short Story: She neither questioned or answered anymore and sat down beside me, watching the waves with dreamy eyes. She had a pencil and a paper.