Xanadu
 

Monday means a slow, leisurely walk down to the pond, the one next to the saplings, after classes conclude. It is placid and clear; the...

He buys chocolate for his wife on a random Monday afternoon, but not on Valentine's Day. Every morning, he listens to a new genre of...

Despair is a monster that feeds off of the dying leaves, The ones who have fallen from the tree of Hope with its decaying apples of...

The croissants had been baked by a soft-spoken French woman that morning At the patisserie we found on the way to the island I thought...

I am standing outside the house, counting the rusty red bricks on the ground, doing anything to prolong my standing outside. I can hear...

Watching the sunrise while sailing under the Verrazano Bridge. Waves breaking against the side of the ship, I hear the wind howling and...

The opposite of war and chaos is creation. When the world is at ends and seemingly stretching at the seams, things can be built out of...

It was so early, too early, it was like black velvet outside. I bounced my knee nervously as I waited. All I could hear was my heartbeat,...

Mr. Toad, mayor of Pond Lake, prided himself on knowing every member of his community. There wasn’t a chap or lady with whom Mr. Toad...

The sharp smell of Vodka takes up all the room in the car as she picks me up. Running into my home, screaming, crying out for help from...