emmylou1995

All I could feel at that moment was the immobilizing fear and shame that resonated deep within my bones. I could feel it pulsating in my ears, overcoming the drone ...

This poem is meant to have a Latin theme/feel to it; the Bolera is a type of Latin dance.The hills echo withthe melodies of the castanets,and dawn’s hues of vibrant ...

A World At RestShe used to tell me stories of magic and bewilderment. Dancing fairies, weeping roses, redwoods tall and proud.A lake of glass, an eternal mosaic composed of sapphire ...

Pale skin and eyes closed withred hair splayed on the pillow, afake smile plastered upon her lips,and her stomach freshly swollen.Memories behold, my mothers laugh: a lost lullaby,my mothers cry: ...

Is this a good start for a novel?It has been weeks since we set out from Nordivell. Halfway across the ocean and still, there is no sight of land. Black ...

Aura was too young to understand what was happening when her mommy knelt before her. Tears were gathering in her mommy's eyes and Aura frowned, her five year old mind ...

The glass bottle seemed to laugh at you, the golden honey inside begging you to drink it. In its eyes, you were pathetic; you were naive. Eyes burning with guilt, ...

Changing who you are is a harder thing than some realize. It is not the act of simply changing your ways, but instead of knowing yourself enough to be able ...