It was night time, in a fancy restaurant. We just sat down. Liana runs off and I follow. There was nothing else to do...

Where am I going? thought Harold Sunday as he sped through yet another red light. The intersection blurred behind hi...

The white sedan zipped down the city streets, passing cars frantically, horn honking. Inside, Mark Strickland sat beh...

Green cover holds me. Oak Tree stands guard behind me. Sun warms me. Stream sings me to sleep. Sleep meets with Dream...

Her eyes were green. No, not just green. Emeralds, yet infinitely more precious. Like the sea, though far more deep a...

Green. Indubitably so. A vast expanse if it, spreading out to the horizon. Different shades breaking it up into secti...

Annabelle Clarisse, was born blind but her disability never stopped her from visualising the world with her other sen...

I could feel their glares. They loved to do this. I kept tripping over branches and I could feel the cuts on my arms....

"It was just like all the others. "Fear. Defense. Anonymity. "Just enough of the subject's face had been blurred so...

He walked into a blizzard. The wind had a life of its own, throwing the shards of snow like throwing knifes into his ...

He exited the train at buenos aires the sunlight hit his pale skin. The woman were all together in a group conversati...

He exited the train at Buenos Aires. That was as far as his ticket would take him. He wandered around the city for a ...