As Rose and Dahlia walked underneath the elder weeping willow, they cowered and bowed before the wooden giant. Petrified by the size and age of this colossal topiary, Dahlia began to cry in fear. Rose...

I fly high above the sky in my windship. The high winds rub against my face softly. Looking down over the port side I see nothing but heavy cumulus galloping silently across the troposphere pastures. ...

When I begin to visualize about how dark a soul can be, it makes me sad. It makes me question the very reason why we have souls. It makes me question how something so pure and innocent can turn into s...

As the dawn sun rose above the valley low, the warm morning air skipped across the emerald blades. The dew drops splashed as they fell from inches height. The blood orange color of the clouds reminded...