A game is played. Existence rests in the balance.
About someone who has left their world to find something better
This is a poem about running around with someone you love.
A short story of my dreams with a sprinkle of creativity. Author's Note: This is my first story so feedback is appreciated :>
A short story reflecting myself and my change in perception on returning home
A man waits for the train. Where does the train go? Who is the figure on the other side of the platform? Is anything real?
Simon visits a historical landmark and wonders why the Irish might be afraid of a little rain
Simon sets out to see the town and has a disturbing encounter at the local pub
About someone who has left their world to find something better
This is a poem about running around with someone you love.
A short story of my dreams with a sprinkle of creativity. Author's Note: This is my first story so feedback is appreciated :>
A short story reflecting myself and my change in perception on returning home
A man waits for the train. Where does the train go? Who is the figure on the other side of the platform? Is anything real?
Simon visits a historical landmark and wonders why the Irish might be afraid of a little rain
Simon sets out to see the town and has a disturbing encounter at the local pub