• Back Home, On The Moon

    Back Home, On The Moon

    Sometimes, in the cold autumn nights I embark on a journey towards the moon. To find my way back home, in the heights Where memories linger from a night in June. Visualizing the moon’s gentle embrace, A sweet feeling arises, my heart finds peace. Moonlight softly kisses my cheeks, As the world around me quietly…

  • Pounce

    Pounce

    gargantuan love affair in the style of gaze aversion, to be your friend your woman means we don’t leave prince on this bus ride, german superlative schlechtester bullet eye, closed-up phone love oceanic dating support be like skimming off old cream old make-out, i’ll miss them on the plane back to my adventure, i change…

  • Hazel And Dad’s Fishing Trip

    Hazel And Dad’s Fishing Trip

    Photo By: Hanna Perry This story was inspired by the fishing trips that I used to take when I was little with my dad so that is why this story his dedicated to my father. It was a beautiful spring afternoon in May, and Hazel and her father were on their way down to Silvertree…

  • Archer’s Voice By Mia Sheridan

    Archer’s Voice By Mia Sheridan

    Image Sourced Through Pinterest This may be the best book I have ever read… no, correction, this is the best book I have ever read. The overall cozy and comforting feeling this book gives me is unmatched by any other book. Archer’s Voice is a contemporary romance novel. In this story, we follow Bree Prescott…

  • A Grandmother’s Memory

    A Grandmother’s Memory

    I carry you in songs unsung. I carry you in quiet ways. Looking back to the time we shared, I think those were the best of days. Curled up beside your wobbly legs; Listening as you tell those stories, But now that you are no longer here, I will forever cherish those memories. I carry…

  • Born To Be

    Born To Be

    she was not born to be loved for her beauty she was born to be loved for who she was she was not born to please others she was born to please herself and her needs she was not born to fit into boxes she was born to be free as a bird she was…

  • Strawberry Orchards

    Strawberry Orchards

    Our strawberry orchard expands as vast as the seas, married in barbed roots and tea-berry-stained fingertips. Twinkling starlight reshapes the greenery come February to June. For generations, they ever-bloom; yet, the rest of the world carries on in tendon, settled in their own miniature domes. Sunlight pools on the hardwood floor. Matted in old wear,…

  • Why Black Mirror Is Making Me Break up With Technology: A Review Of Series 7 Of Black Mirror

    Why Black Mirror Is Making Me Break up With Technology: A Review Of Series 7 Of Black Mirror

    Image sourced through: Pinterest I’ll tell you what this series of Black Mirror felt like to me. It honestly felt like all of my biggest fears had a party together, and then I waited until I fell asleep to shake myself awake. I can’t be the only one to admit that some months ago, as…

  • Orange

    Orange

    Orange peels. Cinnamon sticks,  season of the witch.  Mary Jane’s and socks with frills,  there’s bows and scarves, and I think pip mentioned bread.  Or berries. The air makes me think of ink pens,  the kind that smudge on the page and leave reminders on your hands all day long.  That’s not a summer pen,…

  • Shattered Echoes

    Shattered Echoes

    I. The Fall I built a home within your arms,  where laughter danced like candle flames,  where whispered vows in midnight dark  were etched upon my fragile frame.  You spoke in verses soft and sweet,  each syllable a silken thread,  I wove them into tapestries  and laid them where I laid my head.  But love…

  • How To Spend Three Days In Prague

    How To Spend Three Days In Prague

    Day 1: Go up round Prague Castle (can do a free tour on top advisor just tip at the end or walk away) if you get up there for midday you can see the changing of the guards. Pay extra to go to different parts or walk around yourself you can get a tram 22…

  • Bittersweet

    Bittersweet

    When I was a kid, my mom always told me to cherish the moment because “time passes too quick”, and like any other 8-year-old, I didn’t believe her. I don’t think I even actually believed her until a few days ago. While I was writing the last exam of my school, it suddenly hit me…