Bittersweet

t's windy. It’s always windy in New Mexico. Dirt pelts like tiny bullets into my face, hair flying around madly. I look around at my desert surroundings that are so ...

The sound of horse hooves pounding on moist soil roared through the quiet town, bouncing off the rural manors and abundant trees, yet fading as quickly as it had come. ...

Sometimes I feel incomplete. Often, it feels like a big chunk of my world broke off and floated away to make its own peaceful, quiet place. But now there are ...

Outside the window, the city was a turbulent sea of movement. Bustling merchants sold their goods from behind shaded stands and fair women looped their arms in their husbands’, strolling ...

Inspired by the dreamy Norwegian rockstar Sondre Lerche and his song "On The Tower". Here's the link to the song on YouTube. It's just some stupid video some put together ...

I was really trying to go for something different than what I normally write. I don't usually conjure up stories about creepy people, so this is really quite different. I'm ...

The grit is melding to the surface of my body and slowly finding its way in. Where I licked my lips to keep them moist is now encrusted with the ...