Sionarama

I wake in cold sweat. Breathing heavily, I wipe the sweat from my chocolate brown hair. I rush to turn the lights off; I think better in the dark. I ...

When we first met,time stopped.sounds heart stopped.When we first met,our first 'hello'felt like an eternityforever and ever.When we first met,our eyes met and we talkedin the secret language of love.

If I could, I'd be a snowflakeso light-weight and freecarried on the whims of the windIf I could, I'd be a snowflakeeach one individualbut with a uniform sameness, safe and ...

The house along Himmel StreetLoomed over the dusty field in which it sadly lay.Its owners had goneSaid the freshly dug seller Random possessions scatteredAndScrambled clothes in the drawers.Its owners

Sorry about the long wait! I've tried to correct the errors from the other chapters, and I would love some reviews!On the steps of Olympus, Persephone tried to carry Aphrodite's ...

“Peter Pan was always fickle. You would never know what he would do next. That just added to the excitement, the attraction, I suppose. He had an air of mystery. ...

A little girl with brown, curly hair like vines and tan skin sat on the hardwood floor of the room, violin in hand, and began to cry. Her breathing was ...

This is for a writing contest with the theme in the subject above. In the comments, would you tell me if my poetry fits that category (it is not exactly ...