Tears fall like rain on an April morning. A plume of breath. Three skips of the heart. She hurls the tiny stone with all her might. It bounces–once, twice, three times. Thunderous beauty. Weathered and beaten like …
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Brutality
Colossal buildings rose up on either side of the narrow street, their old, worn faces and rusted metal frames standing guard over the littered and sludge covered passage. The rough surface of the road harkened back to …
Tom
It wasn’t your typical abandoned house, which is probably why I agreed to this crazy idea. We inched up the staircase. Wild roses climbed over the patio railing and twined wildly, sending fronds questing between the fence …
Tibetan Lemonade 