whitewolfpuppy

As I sit on the coast of the stone cold ocean, I watch the sunset. Their mixes of colors blend into one another. Above the sun the clouds form a ...

In the stillness of the lonesome night, nothing seemed to move. Her movements were short and curled together as the darkened water’s torrents. The woods had a mist to them; ...

A candle is listening to the story "Romeo and Juliet" as the mother reads it to her child one night.