“Why are you here again?” Sitting at the edge of the bed, the young woman merely looked back at him from over her shoulder – …
Lost and Found

Be the Voice that Echoes
“Why are you here again?” Sitting at the edge of the bed, the young woman merely looked back at him from over her shoulder – …
Hold the door, the man that is not a man says. His smile is charming. It slips from memory as easily as skin from bone. …
Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only …
Between the hours of two and four, there is a soft spot in time where everything pauses, and I’m finally able to live in the …
The room crackles with electricity that seems to hum in tune with the great machine strapped around her wrist. The air shimmers; sparkles and waves, …
There is an old farmhouse that exists solely on the burnt photograph edges of childhood memory. The sort where it tastes almost like a dream …
Emotions – The Mask of Our Shadows Emotions— Our mental state is something that is no stranger to us. It is how we truly feel …
Shadows can exist only in the presence of both light and darkness. To live in the shadows is to tiptoe on the fine line between …
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture. And she …
The art of a storyteller has always been performance. The curtains draw, the stage rises – a floating sea of burnished wood and plank above …