jaymee

She looked like an angel; a dazzling beauty fallen from the heavens above. She stood tall and confident – prancing about the cathedral-like hall like a prized show pony - ...

I sped through the thick undergrowth, my thudding feet and rasping breath exaggerated by the stillness of the night. Twigs and branches whipped at my face and legs, etching angry ...

Sugarcane dances in the fickle morning breeze, Stirring up remnants of the hazy night. Streetlamps feebly flicker to broken memories Shattering upon the tear-stained pavement. Sunshine blinds weary ey