Xanadu
 

Sun rays beaming, sweat beads rolling down my face. Birds chirping. The red roses brighter with no thorns visible to the eye. The sky, a...

A car ride. A long journey, traveling past old and new cars. Driving past homes across state lines, both beautiful and shady. The...

Sunlight shines through the window sills, I leave my curtains open just to await for the dark to arrive. Days begin to feel like a haze,...

Inspired by Emily Dickinson Hope is the petals to a flower— That flourishes in the soul— That grows into the sky— And never stops at all—...

I woke up half an hour after the alarm rang. My coffee didn’t taste the same and when I looked outside it started to rain. Traffic was...

The noise began early in the morning in preparations and then warcries swords clashed, feet crunched over leaves the reds and oranges of...

My 16th birthday and I can’t see anyone. I can’t have a party or see half of my family, out of fear of infecting the people I love. She’s...

Scuttling home from school and all she can think about is hopping into her bed straight away, wrapping herself in those warm fluffy...

Taking responsibility for my own happiness. Fantasies of my own traceless disappearance, an oasis of self-improvement wander my mind, and...

Scratches on parchment flourish; the ink transforms into stories. As scissors slice through fabric, creating extravagant robes from mere...